YinYangDaoLord

In a world where power determines destiny, Kai—a quiet orphan in the Emberheart clan—discovers he carries the remnants of an ancient flame known as the First Fire, a divine spark long believed lost to history. When ancient beasts called Nightmares emerge to consume the realm, Kai finds himself at the center of a battle between light and shadow.

But this fire does more than burn—it speaks, it grows, and it changes him. As Kai steps into the path of cultivation, he uncovers secrets buried deep within the land: of a forgotten war, a celestial prophecy, and a monstrous entity born of flame and death.

Will he ascend as a hero, or will the flame consume him before his fate can unfold?

Dragon Ascension: Path of the Immortal is a high-action, emotionally rich Eastern fantasy with powerful battles, clan rivalries, ancient lore, and a protagonist walking the razor’s edge between savior and weapon.

Dragon Ascension: Path of the Immortal

After the traitor's exposure, the Ashspire Conclave entered a new phase—not just of trials, but of tension.

Kai had become a symbol. Not just for Emberheart, but for something greater.

And disruption invited… retaliation.

That night, the summit was quiet—but unnaturally so.

No bickering from rival sect juniors, no footsteps patrolling, no soft chants of cultivation.

Kai stood at the edge of the Emberheart tent, staring at the stars, his instincts sharp. His flame burned low and steady inside him—like a sentinel.

"You feel it too," Linya said, stepping up beside him. "Something's coming."

A flicker of movement. A sharp chill in the air.

Blades sliced through the tent wall behind them.

Five masked figures burst through, dressed in the garb of no known sect—mercenaries. Silent, efficient. Their blades shimmered with poison qi, meant to bypass spiritual defenses.

Linya spun, blocking two with a sweep of her staff, but the third attacker came for Kai directly.

With a twist of his wrist, the Ash Core Flame ignited in a ring around his arm—and he caught the assassin's blade bare-handed.

It sizzled against his skin, but he didn't let go.

"You're not the first who's tried," Kai muttered. "But you will be the last."

His counterattack was brutal. A single palm strike to the chest—flame laced with pressure. The assassin flew backward, smashing through two tents before collapsing in smoke.

But Emberheart disciples, now more unified under Kai, rallied. Linya took down her pair with a precise barrage of spirit needles. Elder Ragan arrived last, but only to sweep away the final assassin with a wave of ember wind.

When the dust settled, five were captured.

Their tongues had been sealed by oath sigils—deadly curses placed by whoever had sent them.

Kai stood in the center of the ruined courtyard, watching the flames fade.

"They weren't just sent to kill me," he said. "They were sent to silence me."

Linya stepped closer. "You think one of the sects—?"

"Not just one," Kai replied. "I think they're forming an alliance. One that doesn't want me to reach the final trial."

"Let them gather. Let them plot. When the final trial begins, I'll show them what happens when you strike at fire…"

Ash and Steel in the Dark