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

Shion lifted her head, uncertainty clinging to her voice. "Calista... are there only six stages of cultivation?"

Calista smiled faintly, as if she'd been waiting for the question. "Eight," she said. "There are eight stages. The sixth is just the threshold. The seventh... that's when your Qi and body become a single organism. The eighth is something more. Something that transcends mortality."

"So there are people who reached it?" Shion's eyes widened.

"A few. But yes. And it's their presence that separates an ordinary sect from a Super Sect. For an organization to be recognized as one, it must have at least one cultivator who has reached the eighth stage. It's like a divine seal on their temple walls. Proof that they can shape the fate of the continent."

Shion fell silent, trying to absorb the weight of that knowledge.

"And you?" she finally asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Which stage are you at?"

I don’t want to be someone you just tolerate out of pity