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"They slaughtered his clan. Broke his body. But they could not extinguish the dragon’s fire."

Ling Tian, the last survivor of the fallen Ling Clan, lives as a beaten servant in the Violet Thunder Sect—until the day a dying elder’s secret reveals the truth: His family was murdered for possessing the "Key to the Divine Realm."

When a mysterious jade pendant awakens the Nine-Heaven Dragon Art within him, Ling Tian embarks on a path drenched in blood and thunder. From the brutal Azure Cloud Sect trials to the demon-infested Netherworld Wastes, he must:

- Master forbidden techniques under the guidance of a reclusive sage.
- Unravel the conspiracy behind his clan’s massacre.
-Battle imperial dynasties, demonic cultivators, and even the heavens themselves.

But the Key’s true power comes at a price—one that could cost Ling Tian his humanity.

Eternal Dragons: Ascension of the Martial Heavens

The fire was not the kind that burned flesh—it burned soul.

Ling Tian screamed as the energy tore through him, scouring his meridians like molten steel. Visions exploded behind his eyes—flames, screams, a black-robed figure holding a sword to his father's throat.

"Remember," the dragon's voice growled.

Three Years Ago – Ling Clan Estate

The night had been peaceful. Ling Tian, barely thirteen, had been practicing sword forms in the courtyard when the first screams erupted.

He remembered his father's roar—"Run, Tian!"—before the gates exploded inward.

Black-robed cultivators poured in, their blades drinking deep. Ling Tian had been shoved into a hidden compartment beneath the ancestral shrine, his mother's last act before a spear took her through the chest.

Through a crack in the wood, he watched as his father, Ling Zheng, fought like a demon. Lightning danced at his fingertips, charring three attackers to ash before—

A blade, darker than midnight, slid through his father's ribs from behind.

The wielder—a man with crimson eyes—leaned close. "Where is the Key?"

Ling Zheng spat blood. "Burn in hell."

The crimson-eyed man sighed. "Pity." A twist of his wrist, and Ling Zheng's heart burst from his chest.

The last thing Ling Tian saw before darkness took him was the man pocketing his father's still-beating heart.

Present – Ravine

Ling Tian awoke gasping, his body convulsing. The pain was gone. In its place—power.

His skin shimmered with faint crimson scales. His broken ribs had mended. The pendant had crumbled to dust, but in his mind, lines of golden text burned:

Nine-Heaven Dragon Art – First Layer: Dragon's Awakening

A growl snapped him back to reality.

At the ravine's entrance, a Starving Ghost Wolf stalked forward, saliva dripping from dagger-like fangs.

His fist, wreathed in crimson qi, met the beast's skull mid-leap.

Dragon's Claw Strike!

The wolf's head exploded.

Chapter 3: First Kill