Novels by Legendary Daoist

Silence ruled the skies after the storm.The rift that had devoured the heavens finally sealed itself, its edges glowing faintly like the seam of a wound half-healed. The world below still trembled — continents cracked, oceans murmured like uneasy gods — but the light of destruction had dimmed.And from the center of that exhausted world, where the winds no longer howled, stood Kai.His cloak whispered in the still air. The others — Sylvia, Sahra, Mandy, and the draconic general Arixion — waited several paces behind, silent. Even the air seemed to know better than to disturb him. The faint hum of his system pulsed like a heartbeat through the world, rippling through the bones of creation itself.Lightning coiled gently around his fingers — no longer wild, but calm, obedient. The storm was no longer his weapon. It was his breath.[System Notification: Dimensional Stability — 98%. External Threat Residuals — Neutralized.][Advisory: Celestial Signal Detected in Upper Atmosphere.]Kai exh

The summit chamber of the Stormspire rose higher than the clouds.Its walls were living crystal, each facet holding a reflection of the world below: the elven forests glimmering under dawn mist, the silver deserts of the dragons, the black rivers of the vampire lands, the burning human citadels. All of it seemed fragile, as if one wrong word could shatter it.A long table curved through the center like a crescent moon.Around it sat the gathered powers of the realms.Calyth of the Elves, lean and tall, his gold-green eyes unreadable.Vaelith of the Vampires, draped in red silk, smiling as if he already knew the ending of the meeting.Ardent, the dragon prince, his scales faintly glowing through his human guise.Reynard, armored in firelight, silent at the far edge of the table.Sylvia and Mandy to Kai’s right, Sahra and Drakar to his left.And at the head of the crescent, the Skeleton King himself.Kai’s presence filled the air like a storm that had decided to sit down and listen. Lig

In the following days, preparations filled every corner of the Stormspire.Kai summoned his lieutenants one by one — Sylvia, Sahra, Mandy, Drakar, Ravena, Alice — and outlined the plan.“The fragment that broke free during my ascension is drawing the Architect’s influence. If it merges fully, it’ll birth a godlike parasite. I’m going to retrieve it. Alone.”“Like hell you are.”“You can’t just—”He raised a hand, the air calming.“I have to. It’s my energy. My will. Anyone else would be erased just standing near it.”“Then we’ll stabilize the Storm Gate for you. You’ll have a way back.”He nodded once, appreciative.Then, in a flash of lightning, his armor materialized—black and white scales interwoven with living energy. The Crown of Equilibrium pulsed faintly at his temple.“System. Open rift to Null Zone 7X.”[Access Granted] [Warning: Zone Unstable – Time Flow Ratio 1:∞] [Entering in 3…2…1]The portal opened — a storm within a storm — and Kai stepped through.Silence. No sound,

Days later, the storm parted above the tower.One by one, the factions arrived — the world’s mightiest standing beneath the same roof.The Elven airships glided first, wreathed in emerald light.Sylvia’s family descended — her father regal, her mother wary, Calyth silent but watching.Next came the Vampire envoys, cloaked in crimson mist. Vaelith himself arrived this time, his smile sharp but polite.The Dragon delegation followed — colossal shapes casting shadows across the horizon, their roars echoing like ancient drums.Then the Beastmen — tribes united under Ravena’s new banner.And finally, through golden portals, the Human Federations of both Earth and the Portal Kingdoms — accompanied by Alice, who led them proudly beneath the stormlight.Each stood upon the obsidian platform — each waiting for the man who had changed the meaning of power.Then the thunder spoke — and Kai emerged.The Stormspire’s great hall opened before them, vast enough to hold dragons and gods alike.Kai st

Night fell across every kingdom — but it was not a peaceful night. The world had seen the sky tear open… and gods fall.Now came the whispers.Now came the warnings.Now came the envoys.The moonlit forests of Aeloria shimmered like silver fire. Sylvia stepped through the ancient gate-roots, flanked by two Stormguard.The elves halted their celebration — shock turning instantly to suspicion.Her mother and younger brother rushed forward with relief.But her father — King Elandor — rose from his throne-tree, eyes narrowed.“Daughter… the world trembles and you stand beside the Skeleton King.”Sylvia did not flinch.“Father. This is no longer about kingdoms. A being beyond gods has set its eyes upon us. Kai is the only one who has fought it and lived.”Whispers rippled. Some in awe. Some in fear.Her eldest brother sneered.“Storms bring destruction. The elves must decide if we wish to be struck by lightning — or stand beneath the shelter of the old ways.”Sylvia stepped forward,

The moment the Outer Architect materialized, reality screamed.The cliffs shattered into light; rivers turned to threads of raw data; the sky bent inward as though the stars themselves were falling toward Kai. Storm against structure. Creation against the thing that once wrote creation.Kai’s aura burned white, a hurricane made flesh. Sylvia, Mandy, and Sahra struggled to stand, their forms flickering under the pressure.“You were not meant to exist,” the Architect’s voice echoed, thousands layered into one. “Your realm is an aberration.”“Then why,” Kai growled, “does it call me its master?”He raised his hand, lightning spiraling out in fractal arcs. The Architect met it with a beam of pure code, the two forces colliding mid-air, tearing open a void that devoured color itself.The world shook. Mountains collapsed into silence.Then—something else awoke.A deep resonance rippled through every particle of existence. The Dimensional Core spoke—not as a voice, but as a vibration of