He was once the Martial God of Ten Thousand Realms, a legend who shattered heavens with a single strike. But betrayal sealed his divine soul into the frail body of Lin Feng—a scorned, beaten son-in-law of a crumbling clan. Mocked as trash, humiliated by his wife’s family, and cast aside like a broken tool, he endured it all with a smile. Why? Because beneath his ragged exterior burns the heart of a god, waiting to unleash chaos on a world that forgot his name.

Divorced and discarded, Lin Feng walks away from the Lin Clan’s sneers, his steps leading him to the downtrodden Ye Clan—a family of outcasts clinging to survival. They see a wanderer. He sees a canvas. With cunning sharper than any blade and secrets deeper than the abyss, he begins to mold them in the shadows, turning weaklings into warriors, paupers into kings. Every insult fuels his resolve. Every enemy becomes a stepping stone.

But the seal on his power is cracking. Ancient foes sense the tremor of a god’s return. Arrogant young masters, ruthless sects, and even the heavens themselves will tremble when the Shadow Patriarch rises. From a forgotten village to the celestial thrones, Lin Feng—Zhan Tian—will carve his name in blood and fire, proving one truth: those who scorned him will kneel, and those who dared to challenge him will break.

Cultivation? Unmatched. Revenge? Ruthless. Destiny? His to rewrite. The world thought it buried a nobody. It awoke a nightmare.

The ebony vortex chasm writhed beneath a sky of churning shadow, its jagged walls swallowed by spirals of dark mist that twisted light into knots, each curl a pulse of distortion that warped the mind. Winds hissed, carrying flecks of ash that stung the skin, their spiral dance a vow of unraveling that tugged at the soul. The ground pulsed, a slick obsidian that shifted underfoot, each tremor threatening to drag the unwary into a maze of endless coils. Beyond a rift where the chasm's core spun with black light, a void whirled—a spiraling abyss that radiated a force so vast it could entangle eternity itself. The Vortex Shade, the eighty-fourth force, had awakened, its boundless convolution of infinite power a hissing vow to twist Lin Feng's spirit to nothing.


Chapter 122 - The Shade’s Vortex