FlameWitch

He was once the Martial God of Ten Thousand Realms, a legend who shattered heavens with a single strike. But betrayal sealed his divine soul into the frail body of Lin Feng—a scorned, beaten son-in-law of a crumbling clan. Mocked as trash, humiliated by his wife’s family, and cast aside like a broken tool, he endured it all with a smile. Why? Because beneath his ragged exterior burns the heart of a god, waiting to unleash chaos on a world that forgot his name.

Divorced and discarded, Lin Feng walks away from the Lin Clan’s sneers, his steps leading him to the downtrodden Ye Clan—a family of outcasts clinging to survival. They see a wanderer. He sees a canvas. With cunning sharper than any blade and secrets deeper than the abyss, he begins to mold them in the shadows, turning weaklings into warriors, paupers into kings. Every insult fuels his resolve. Every enemy becomes a stepping stone.

But the seal on his power is cracking. Ancient foes sense the tremor of a god’s return. Arrogant young masters, ruthless sects, and even the heavens themselves will tremble when the Shadow Patriarch rises. From a forgotten village to the celestial thrones, Lin Feng—Zhan Tian—will carve his name in blood and fire, proving one truth: those who scorned him will kneel, and those who dared to challenge him will break.

Cultivation? Unmatched. Revenge? Ruthless. Destiny? His to rewrite. The world thought it buried a nobody. It awoke a nightmare.

The Unseen Sovereign: From Trash to Triumph

<p>The sapphire ice cavern gleamed beneath a sky sealed in twilight, its crystalline walls encrusted with frost that shimmered with cold malice, each facet a whisper of stasis that froze the heart. Winds moaned, their chill piercing the flesh, a glacial hymn that vowed to lock the soul in eternal ice. The ground was slick, a mirror of frozen stone that cracked underfoot, each step a defiance against the cavern's will to immobilize. Beyond a rift where the cavern's core pulsed with azure light, a chasm yawned—a frozen vortex that radiated a force so vast it could encase the cosmos in frost. The Frost Sovereign, the ninety-first force, had stirred, its boundless chill of infinite power a crackling vow to entomb Lin Feng's spirit in ice.</p>

The Sovereign’s Frost