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 opalescent void expanse shimmered beneath a sky that wasn't there, its featureless plane swallowing light in a sheen of pearlescent absence, each ripple a silent pull of erasure that gnawed at the soul. Shadows flickered without source, their chill leaching warmth from the bones, a voiceless vow to dissolve the heart into nothingness. The ground was neither solid nor void, a shifting haze that resisted footing, each step a defiance against the expanse's will to unmake. Beyond a rift where the void's core pulsed with a lightless abyss, a chasm yawned—an empty vortex that radiated a force so vast it could consume the cosmos itself. The Void Sovereign, the ninety-seventh force, had awakened, its boundless nothingness of infinite power a silent vow to swallow Lin Feng's spirit into oblivion.</p>

The Sovereign’s Void