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 50: Wrath of the Obsidian Flame Lion 


Xiao Chen’s smirk deepened as he locked eyes with the Stormfang Tiger. The once-arrogant beast now regarded him with wary caution, its stance lowered, muscles coiled, and breath shallow. The tension between them crackled—both warrior and beast poised to strike. 


But before either could move, a surge of blistering heat erupted from the side. 


A tidal wave of Hellfire roared toward him from the charred battlefield, darkness swallowing the air itself. 


Xiao Chen’s instincts flared. He twisted just enough to glimpse the source—the Obsidian Flame Lion. 


Once majestic, now a battered mess. Its black mane was matted with blood, deep wounds crisscrossed its massive frame, and each breath was ragged. But its molten eyes still blazed with unrelenting fury. 


Even at death’s door, the lion refused to yield. 
