C.M. Orji

Heaven-Treading Prodigy: Path to Supreme

In a world where the heavens have fractured and the once-glorious Divine Boundless Universe lies shattered, cultivation is the only path to power. The Mortal Realm is a land of scarce spiritual energy, and with countless ancient inheritances lost to time, ascending the path of cultivation is as challenging as defying the heavens themselves.

Xiao Chen, once the heir to a declining noble family in the Vast Sea Continent, was considered an average genius—until fate led him to the tomb of a Supreme Immortal. Awakened by a legacy beyond mortal comprehension, he finds himself destined to walk the Three Great Paths of Cultivation—Soul, Body, and Qi.

With an evolvable Heaven-rank Martial Spirit, a Supreme Soul Technique, a Devouring Physique that refines all energy, and the Heavenly Yin Yang Dragon Bloodline, Xiao Chen transcends the limits of ordinary cultivators. While others struggle to break through realms, he embarks on a path that should be impossible—one that will shake the very foundations of existence.

But the remnants of the Great Calamity that shattered the universe still linger. Enemies lurk in the shadows, powerful forces seek to suppress his rise, and ancient secrets whisper of a truth that could alter reality itself.

As Xiao Chen defies fate, rivals, and the will of heaven itself, can he transcend the realms and reclaim the lost glory of the Mortal World?

Heaven Trending Prodigy: Path to Supreme

Chapter 34: Duel of Midnight Predators 


The moon hung high, casting a cold silver glow across the battlefield. The forest rustled with uneasy whispers, the breath of hidden beasts shivering under the presence of a far greater predator. 


His eyes sharpened as he took a single step forward— 


His figure vanished like mist in the wind, a chilling gust left in his wake. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind the Bloodthirsty Boar—silent as the breath of death. 


The boar's crimson eyes widened, its thick muscles twitching— 


A silver arc sliced through the air. Xiao Chen’s Light Sword shimmered—clean, precise, unstoppable. 


The boar’s head flew, its lifeless body crashing to the ground with a dull thud. Blood sprayed into the air, misting the night with its metallic scent. 
