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 54: Edge of the Core—Frostfire Clash 


The golden hues of dawn spilled across the forest canopy, dyeing the leaves in shades of molten amber and pale gold. Gentle mist curled low over the moss-covered earth, softening the edges of roots and stones like a silken veil. Birds had only just begun their morning calls, cautious of the deeper dangers that lurked farther ahead. The forest breathed—alive and vast—as if holding its breath for the next event. 


Beneath a sunlit glade, Xiao Chen sat in perfect stillness—like a sculpture carved by the heavens themselves. His robes, dustless and pristine, fluttered slightly in the gentle breeze. Dew had gathered across his lashes and shoulders, but not a ripple of breath betrayed the passage of time. 


Then, slowly, his eyes opened—twin orbs of obsidian, calm yet bottomless. 


The first thing he saw was a familiar face. 
