ChaosMajesty

In the world of cultivation, countless tales follow righteous protagonists, fated heroes blessed by destiny, or those chosen by heaven to walk the path of immortality.

But what of those who stand in their way?

What of the villains? The so-called obstacles to the hero’s journey—do they not bleed, dream, and struggle as well?

Xiao Ning was never meant to succeed.

From the very beginning, the Grand Dao wove him as a stepping stone—a necessary sacrifice to elevate another. His path, like that of all designated ‘villains,’ was doomed to failure by design.

But what happens when that design is defied?

After death, Xiao Ning awakens—not in the cycle of reincarnation, but in the cold silence beyond it. There, he is offered the Eternal Paradox Codex—a forbidden artifact containing the hidden truths of the Grand Dao System itself.

 Rules. Loopholes. Vulnerabilities.

Knowledge not meant for those like him.

With this power, Xiao Ning is granted a single, impossible choice: accept oblivion, or step outside the Grand Dao entirely—to abandon fate, sever karma, and cultivate a path unbound by heaven or law.

It is Xiao Ning’s journey, from ashes to something beyond comprehension.

Not to become an Immortal among men.

But something even the heavens dare not bind.

If fate is a chain…
Then let him forge his own path in the void beyond.

Welcome to this humble tale.
The cultivation world is vast and unkind.

Let us begin again—on our terms.

Cultivating Immortality :I Obtained The Villain's Ascension Code

"The Shadowclaw Sect has always valued one thing above all: loyalty. And dedication."

His hand lowered slightly, and the pills rotated in a solemn arc, illuminating his robes in flickering Yin-Yang hues.

"Today, I will reward that loyalty."

His gaze shifted toward the rear platforms.

On the side platform, five Core Formation Elders—each in the late stage of their realm—stiffened. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they looked at one another.

They had served for decades, watching brighter stars rise and fall around them. None of them possessed grand bloodlines. None had soaring innate talent.

The five elders slowly rose from their platforms.

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