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

A long corridor stretched into the dimly lit hall, its walls adorned with murals depicting battles long past. The paintings, illuminated by faint candlelight, cast shifting shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of a bygone era. The air carried a subtle scent of aged wood and incense, mingling with something heavier—something unseen, yet suffocating. 


At the far end of the hall, seated upon a throne-like chair, Luo Xuan watched the entrance with a gaze as sharp as a blade. His fingers idly traced his mustache, a habit he indulged in when deep in thought. His brown eyes gleamed—not with warmth, but with quiet calculation, as though every detail before him was another piece on a vast board of strategy. 


Chapter 40: Conspiracy