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Heaven-Tier: The Hidden God
Beneath the peaceful sky, a god sleeps.
In a quiet mountain village, Luo Qingshen lives a simple life as a humble herbalist. But in truth, he is a divine exile—once powerful enough to rival the heavens themselves, now sealed and forgotten by the world.
As strange events begin stirring across the realm, whispers of power draw attention to the silent man in the hills. When fate forces his hand, a single glimpse of his true strength leaves even the boldest cultivators trembling.
And so, the world begins to remember…
The Hidden God has returned.
A slow-burn cultivation epic featuring an overpowered protagonist, divine mysteries, and a world teetering on the brink of awakening.
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Genres:
Fantasy · Cultivation · Action · Adventure · Eastern Fantasy · Martial Arts

Tags:
Overpowered MC · Hidden Power · Calm Protagonist · Immortal Realm · Cultivation · Divine Artifacts · Slow Reveal · Sect Life · God-Level Enemies · Face Slapping · Mythical Beasts · Epic Worldbuilding · Sealed Past

Heaven-Tier: The Hidden God

Chapter 11: The Phoenix in Shadow

Morning mist curled over the peaks of Cloudveil Mountain, veiling the sect's jade courtyards in quiet silver. Disciples trained in soft rhythm below the rising sun, unaware that a ripple had already disturbed the Spirit Veins beneath their feet.

Luo Qingshen stood at the edge of the training field, his gaze cast to the distant horizon. From the outside, he was simply another quiet outer disciple — calm, forgettable. But the subtle distortion in the Qi around him told a different story. Nature itself bent, ever so slightly, to his presence.

A leaf floated past him, caught mid-air. It hovered unnaturally before falling… backward.

He sighed. I need to suppress more.

Before he could turn away, an elder's voice called out from behind.

He turned. Elder Huo, one of the oldest masters in the sect, stood beside a newcomer. She wore deep blue robes embroidered with silver phoenix feathers, her long silvery-black hair cascading down her back like a river of ink under moonlight.

"This is Mu Yelan," Elder Huo said. "From the Azure Phoenix Pavilion. Their sect is sending observers ahead of the Heavenly Sect Tournament."

Mu Yelan bowed faintly. Her crystal-blue eyes met Luo's — sharp, analytical, and… curious. She didn't speak, but something in the air tightened.

Luo returned a nod, hiding the brief flicker of divine energy that stirred under his skin.

"You've been assigned to assist her," Elder Huo said. "Escort her around the sect. Answer any questions she has."

As the elder walked away, Mu Yelan stepped closer. Her tone was soft, but cool. "You're not like the others."

She turned her gaze to the training field. "Your presence warps the wind. The Spirit Veins curve subtly when you walk past. Even your shadow… resists light."

"I've studied a hundred cultivators," she added. "But none like you."

Luo forced a smile. "You must be imagining things."

Mu Yelan said nothing. Her gaze lingered a moment longer, then she stepped away.

"I look forward to our time together, Luo Qingshen," she said. "If you're hiding something… I'll know."

As she walked off into the mist, Luo stared after her, the wind now eerily still around him.

Later that evening, whispers echoed in the inner court.

"Did you hear? A relic unearthed near the Ashen Ruins reacted to someone's presence."

"They say it only responds to those exiled from the heavens… whatever that means."

Far above, a sliver of moonlight broke through the clouds — and in the shadows beyond the outer wall, a robed figure watched Luo Qingshen from afar.