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

The morning sun crept over the horizon, bathing Clear Water City in hues of gold and crimson. Life slowly stirred to motion—the rhythmic clatter of hooves against cobblestone mingled with the distant chatter of merchants raising their stalls. A faint mist still clung to the rooftops, whispering of the night's lingering chill, while the crisp air carried the scent of dew-kissed earth and blooming magnolias. 


Within the Xiao Family Quarters, a dimly lit chamber brimmed with incense and aged red wine. The flickering glow of lanterns cast long shadows across polished mahogany walls. Seated in a fur-draped chair, cloaked in black robes embroidered with intricate golden sigils, was Xiao Yang. He swirled a glass of crimson wine, the bitter sweetness dancing on his tongue as sharp, calculating eyes gleamed in the dim light. 


Chapter 38: Shadows in Motion