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The Forsaken Heiress: Born of the Supreme God

Ling Xueya was born cursed. With a Heaven-Defying Darkness Meridian, she was shunned by her clan, despised by sects, and forced to live as an outcast in a world that feared her very existence. Yet, deep within her soul, she felt an undeniable truth—she did not belong here.

On her sixteenth birthday, fate unveils a secret long buried by the heavens. She is not the daughter of the declining Ling Clan—she is the forsaken heiress of the Supreme God, Tianxu, ruler of the Celestial Realm. Torn from her true family at birth, hidden in the Mortal Realm by an unknown enemy, and left to struggle in a world that never accepted her, Ling Xueya’s destiny was stolen before she even had the chance to grasp it.

Now, armed with her awakening divine bloodline and the forbidden power of the abyss, she embarks on a journey to reclaim what is rightfully hers. As celestial clans seek to control her, sects conspire to eliminate her, and ancient enemies rise from the shadows, she will defy the heavens, reshape her fate, and carve her own legend.

But when the father she has never known finally learns of her existence, will she accept her place by his side? Or will the betrayal of the past drive her to sever all ties and reign alone?

"I was abandoned once. Never again. If the heavens deny me, I shall break them. If fate binds me, I shall rewrite it. I am Ling Xueya, the Forsaken Heiress—and I will rise."

The Forsaken Heiress: Born of the Supreme God

The silence in Xueya's room was suffocating. The shadow had vanished, but its words still echoed in her mind.

"You are not what they told you. You never were."

Her heart pounded against her ribs. She had always known something was wrong—her so-called parents treated her differently, and the elders looked at her with either disdain or fear. But she had never questioned her origins.

Xueya exhaled shakily and clenched her fists. No. She needed answers.

The Ling Clan archives held ancient records, including clan lineages and forbidden histories. If there was any clue about her past, it would be there.

But the archives were forbidden to disciples.

"Then I'll just have to break in."

The Ling Clan Archives – Midnight

The grand pavilion loomed in the moonlight, surrounded by spirit formation barriers. No ordinary disciple could breach these defenses.

Cloaked in darkness, she merged with the shadows, her presence nearly invisible. She had no formal stealth training, but somehow, her body moved like it had done this before—as if her very being was meant to exist in the dark.

She reached the entrance and pressed her palm against the wooden doors. A thin layer of spiritual energy resisted her, but something inside her stirred.

A pulse of black energy spread from her fingertips.

The barrier shattered silently.

Xueya's breath hitched. What was that?

This wasn't a technique she had ever learned. But there was no time to hesitate.

Slipping inside, she moved between the towering shelves of scrolls and jade slips. Dust hung heavy in the air, undisturbed for years.

"Ling Clan Bloodlines… No. Ancient Techniques… No."

Her gaze locked onto a small, dust-covered chest tucked away in the farthest corner. Unlike the other records, this one was sealed with an ancient sigil.

Xueya reached out. The moment her fingers touched the box, pain shot through her skull.

A rush of memories that were not hers.

—A golden palace high above the heavens—

—A man with ethereal white hair, eyes filled with infinite power—

—A battle, flames and shadows clashing—

—A woman's sorrowful voice—"Forgive me, my child..."

Xueya staggered back, gasping.

Her fingers trembled as she lifted the lid.

Inside, there was only one thing.

Cold to the touch. Marked with a symbol she had never seen before—yet felt intimately familiar with.

Soft, yet filled with unshakable authority.

"You have finally found it, my daughter."

The voice was inside her mind.

And she knew, with bone-deep certainty, it belonged to the Supreme God.

The Forgotten Past