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 emerald serpent hollow hissed beneath a sky veiled in shadow, its tangled vines dripping with venomous dew that gleamed with malice, each drop a whisper of confinement that coiled around the heart. Mists slithered, their chill biting the skin, a sinuous dance of darkness that promised to bind the soul in endless loops. The ground was soft, a mire of roots that clutched at the feet, each step a struggle against the hollow's grip. Beyond a rift where the hollow's core pulsed with verdant gloom, a chasm writhed—a shadowed vortex that radiated a force so vast it could strangle eternity itself. The Serpent Shade, the eighty-ninth force, had stirred, its boundless current of infinite power a slithering vow to bind Lin Feng's spirit in its coils.


Chapter 125 - The Shade’s Coils