No God Watches

The world of cultivation bends its knee to heaven’s script.



Born with a golden root? You rise.

Branded by a noble clan? You rule.

Touched by fate? The path parts before you like cowards before a blade.



But I had nothing.



No name to carry. No bloodline to lean on.

Even the heavens looked past me like I was a fucking stain.



Until I found it—

A legacy not passed down, but buried.

A path not praised, but purged.

A fucking sin carved into the bones of a dead age.



I don’t want their forgiveness. I don’t need their pity.

And if you think I’m hunting vengeance, then you’re not listening.



I want power.



Raw. Foul. Unforgivable.



So yeah, if you’re looking for heroes, look somewhere else.



But if you want to walk the path that bleeds—

If you want to know what’s left when fate turns its back—

If you want to watch the world break under the weight of one man’s curse—



Then come.



Come see what it means to be born without fate.



Come see what the world fears when it can’t look away.