The Ascension of the suppressed Dragon
Ling Feng was meant to be the undisputed heir of the Ling Clan, born with the legendary Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root. On the day of his awakening, everything was stolen away by his uncle, Ling Zhaoyang, who was driven by ambition and jealousy, betrayed him in front of the entire clan, forcibly stripping away his visible Root and casting him as a cripple. Branded as a disgrace, Ling Feng was thrown from the Cliff of Exiles, his death declared and his name erased from the clan
But the ritual did not destroy him. It suppressed something far older and far more terrifying.
Rescued by the reclusive master Yue Xuān, Ling Feng vanished from the world for ten years. In isolation, he cultivated the Void Heart Path—a forbidden system that commands nothingness itself, concealing his power so completely that even the heavens cannot perceive it.
Now twenty years old, Ling Feng returns to the Azure Eastern Empire under the alias Mo Ying, an unremarkable nobody moving through a ruthless world of Hunter Guilds and elite academies. To survive, he must remain invisible, climbing step by step while those who ruined him thrive in the empire built on his blood.
His purpose is simple: expose the traitors, destroy Ling Zhaoyang, and reclaim what was stolen from him.
But as buried secrets surface, Ling Feng discovers his betrayal was only the beginning of a far greater scheme—one tied to an ancient entity clawing its way back into existence. His revenge is no longer personal.
If he fails, the continent falls with him.
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Chapter: chapter 41:The first audience The world went black, but only for a heartbeat. When the light returned, I wasn't standing in a crater or a ruin. I was standing atop the jagged, obsidian peak of the Frozen Volcano, the highest point in the North. Below me, the Secret Realm hummed with the frantic energy of a million displaced souls. Above me, the sky was no longer blue; it was a swirling tapestry of violet aurora, the permanent signature of my sovereignty. I wasn't alone for long. The spatial tremors began within minutes. High-level cultivators don't miss it when a capital city vanishes and a new god claims the sky. They arrived in flashes of gold, jade, and crimson light—the "great" leaders of the remaining world. "Ling Feng!" a voice boomed, vibrating with the authority of the Azure Heaven Sect. I didn't turn. I kept my back to them, looking out over the new world I had archived. I felt them land: the King of the Southern Marches, the Grand Marshal of the Iron Legion, and four Sect Leaders whose names used to
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Chapter: chapter 40: the sovereignty of the hidden void The sky didn’t just tear; it shrieked. That obsidian hand, larger than the palace spires, gripped the edges of the violet rift and began to pry the world open like a dry husk. The pressure was a physical weight, a gravity that made the stone beneath my boots groan and spiderweb. The "Lock"—the ancient spiritual barrier that separated the mortal realm from the chaotic tides of the Abyss—wasn't just cracked. It was gone. "Feng! We’re dying! We’re all going to die!" Xiaoran screamed, her voice barely audible over the grinding of the atmosphere. Around us, the citizens of the capital were collapsing. Some were clawing at their ears as the pressure burst their eardrums; others simply stared up in a catatonic stupor as the shadow of the claw swallowed the sun. "The gate is open," the Sect Leader whispered from his knees, his face twisted in a mask of ecstatic terror. "You did it, Ling Feng. You broke the lock to save a girl, and now you’ve fed the world to the Fire Demon King!" "I didn
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: chapter 39:The Fall of the first pillar The sky roared as the sapphire explosion from the crushed Fire Root merged with the Void. The scream of the dying Root still rang in my ears—a high-pitched frequency that shattered the remaining windows of the Ling Estate. The Grand Elder was gone, evaporated into a pile of gray ash that swirled in the violent updraft of the square. I stood in the center of the crater, my hand still smoking, the Sovereign Ring pulsing a rhythmic, hungry violet. "Feng!" Xiaoran’s voice cut through the localized storm. She was clinging to a jagged piece of the execution platform, her eyes wide with terror. "The sky! Look at what you've done to the sky!" I looked up. The blue and violet rift wasn't closing. It was widening, the edges jagged and raw, bleeding a dark, oily energy that tasted of ancient metal and old blood. It was a beacon—a lighthouse for things that lived in the spaces between stars. "I didn't do this, Xiaoran," I said, my voice sounding distant. "The Grand Elder built the bomb. I ju
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: chapter 38: Breaking the Root The obsidian spire stood like a jagged splinter in the heart of the square, pulsing with a sickly violet light that harmonized with the vortex above. The Sect Leader tossed the severed head of the Imperial Guard captain into the melting slush at my feet. It landed with a heavy, wet thud. "A king without a shield," the Sect Leader said, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. "And a clan without a head. You’ve been busy today, Ling Feng." "I’m just finishing the chores my father started," I said, my hand still dripping with the cooling slag of the Grand Elder’s remnants. I looked up at the 20-foot titan of crumbling ash. The Grand Elder was barely clinging to the edge of existence, his blue flames now nothing more than wisps of acrid smoke. He reached a charred, trembling hand toward the Sect Leader. "Sect... Leader..." the Elder wheezed. "The Root... I cannot... feel it..." "That’s because it’s no longer yours, old man," the Sect Leader replied, not even glancing at the dying ti
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: chapter 37:the grand Elder's Last stand The giant hand of smoke and starlight slammed into the square, but the impact didn't crush us. It felt like reality itself was being wrung out like a wet cloth. I stood firm, the pillar of violet fire from my Shadow Ghosts holding the celestial weight at bay. Through the swirling soot and the screaming wind, I saw him. The Grand Elder wasn't retreating anymore. He stood at the edge of the pavilion balcony, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, incandescent light. "You think you’ve seen the depths of this clan, boy?" the Grand Elder screamed over the roar of the vortex. "You think your little ghosts can extinguish a fire that has burned since the founding of the Empire?" "Your fire is built on stolen wood, old man!" I shouted back, shielding Xiaoran with a fold in space. "It’s time for the hearth to go cold!" "Stolen?" The Grand Elder laughed, a sound like grinding tectonic plates. He ripped open his ornate blue robes, baring his chest to the freezing, black sky. "I didn't steal this
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: chapter 36:The massacre of the square The sky didn't just go dark; it died. That absolute, abyssal blackness swallowed the sun, leaving only the terrified screaming of the crowd and the haunting, violet glow of those celestial eyes peering through the rift. Black stars began to fall, streaks of cold fire puncturing the atmosphere and freezing the air on impact. "Feng?" Xiaoran’s voice was a fragile thread in the gloom. "I’ve got you, Xiaoran," I growled. I wasn't looking at her. My gaze was locked on the executioner. His shadow had climbed up his spine like a parasite, fusing with the iron of the axe, turning the tool of death into a jagged shard of the abyss. "The harvest... is ready," the voice from the clouds boomed, vibrating through the stone of the square. "Not today," I hissed. I stopped suppressing the Ring. I let the Sovereign’s power drink from my marrow. I didn't just activate a technique; I donned the Full Void Regalia. In a flash of violet light that seared the retinas of everyone in the square, my tatt
Last Updated: 2026-02-02
