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 52 – Schemes in the Dark, Dreams in the Light 


The flickering glow of spirit lamps cast a sultry sheen across the spacious chamber, painting shadows that danced along intricately carved walls. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and crimson lotus incense, coiling like serpents from jade burners in the corners. Silk drapes of gold and black flowed lazily around tall windows, swaying gently in the nighttime breeze. 


This was the private chamber of none other than Patriarch Luo Xuan—and tonight, it was anything but solemn. 


Luo Xuan reclined against a mountain of velvet cushions atop a massive blackwood bed. His muscular upper body was bare, glistening faintly from the room’s heat. His chest rose and fell with steady rhythm, a goblet of deep red wine nestled in his palm, its contents swirling lazily like liquid rubies. 
