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 60: Shadows Over the Mystical Beast Forest 


The first light of dawn spilled gently through the towering canopy of the mystical beast forest, painting the leaves in hues of amber and gold. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the subtle scent of damp earth and blooming wildflowers. Every blade of grass shimmered with droplets of morning dew, like a million tiny jewels catching the fragile sunbeams. Birds’ melodious songs echoed softly through the trees, weaving a tranquil symphony that seemed to breathe peace into the very soul of the forest. A faint mist lingered low, curling around the roots and rocks like a silken veil, wrapping the world in calm before the day’s pulse quickened. 
