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 violet tempest ridge crackled beneath a sky torn by lightning, its jagged peaks lashed by winds that carried sparks of electric fury, each bolt a scream of chaos that jolted the soul. Rain slashed, its sting sharp against the skin, a tempest's vow to rend the heart with unrelenting force. The ground trembled, a fractured expanse of slick stone that shuddered under the storm's weight, each step a defiance against the ridge's will to shatter. Beyond a rift where the ridge's core flared with violet arcs, a chasm roared—an electric maelstrom that radiated a force so vast it could surge through eternity itself. The Storm Monarch, the ninety-second force, had risen, its boundless current of infinite power a crackling vow to tear Lin Feng's spirit apart with lightning.</p>

The Monarch’s Storm