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In a world where humans, demons, and divine beasts maintain a fragile balance under the rule of ancient powerhouses, strength is the only law.

Born as the first prince of the mighty Great Empire, Lu Tianming was destined for power. But what no one knew was that he had lived once before—on a world without cultivation, without qi… a world called Earth.

When memories of that life awaken at age six, Tianming gains more than knowledge. He awakens a forbidden gift: the ability to comprehend and rewrite ancient cultivation techniques—something even Supreme Beings cannot achieve.

Forced to hide this terrifying power, Tianming begins his path not as a chosen one, but as a shadow among dragons.

Under the guidance of a Level 8 master—and with an arranged marriage to the continent’s most powerful clan—Tianming must walk the fine line between obedience and rebellion, weakness and dominance, silence and supremacy.

Supreme Path: The Dao Belongs to Me

The heavy doors of the Imperial War Pavilion creaked open.

The hall outside was lined with figures in solemn silence—generals, ministers, elders, and court officials—each holding their breath, watching the young prince with restrained urgency. Their faces carried hope, dread, and the kind of fear only uncertain power inspires.

General Lin Hanyuan, towering in silver armor, took a single step forward. "Your Highness... the Emperor's health...?"

Dozens of gazes locked onto Lu Tianming, awaiting a miracle or a sentence.

Lu Tianming looked over them slowly. His expression was unreadable, carved from cold jade. There was no sorrow in his eyes, no panic, no wavering grief.

And then, in a voice calm as a still blade, he said:

A collective gasp rippled through the corridor. Some clutched their chests. A few elders staggered. Knees buckled. The weight of those five words—The Emperor has passed—fell like thunder across the imperial heart.

General Lin's hands curled into fists, knuckles pale.

Minister Zhao dropped to his knees. "Long live His Majesty... may the heavens receive him."

One by one, others followed, kneeling in unison.

He stood at the center of it all—still, composed, untouchable.

He mourned a father—and now, a purpose had begun to crystallize.

The flames of vengeance, of answers long buried, of siblings torn away and a bloodline concealed by shadows...

Chapter 9.1: Bloodlines in Silence (Ending Scene Continuation