MerQu

In a kingdom where strength is everything, royal blood has long ceased to produce true powerhouses. Sects and clans are just waiting for our family to show weakness so they can tear us apart.

"I was born as a princess in the most powerful lineage in the world… but that lineage is now on the verge of collapse."

But this lineage is not dead yet.

"He" is still here.
A being feared even by the strongest cultivators.
The only reason this kingdom still stands.

And me?

If I want to survive in a world where only power matters… I must become a monster feared by all.
But in this new world, can I survive - as a man trapped in a woman’s body - where only strength determines your worth?

Shadow Over the Heavenly Throne

The courtyard was frozen in silence, as if the world itself feared to breathe. Only the wind stirred, tossing dust and ash through the air, carrying the memory of a power that had just erased existence.

She stood among the crowd of disciples, cloaked in the shadow of a column. No one noticed her. No one saw how her fingers trembled, how she fought the urge to step forward. Her eyes were fixed on a single point.

It lay there, abandoned on the stones like a discarded object. A trophy. A warning.

Kaen's words still echoed in her ears. His voice had been like a cold wind on a sweltering afternoon. Alien. Absolute. Irrevocable.

But that wasn't what had shaken her most.

It was the reaction of the Elders. Of the Sect Master.

Actually… where the hell is Pharos?