He showed them that the greatest magic wasn't flying or throwing lightning, but the ability to stay humble when you are strong. As the moon rose, Lu Chen walked back to his porch and sat down. He looked up at the stars. They didn't seem so far away anymore. They looked like old friends.He was the Unparalleled Immortal Emperor, the man who had emptied the heavens to fill the earth. He took a bite of a sweet plum and sighed in content.The work was hard, but there was a sense of peace.The celebration in the Black Mist Valley eventually faded away. While the golden mist had healed their bodies, it could not instantly wash away years of fear. Lu Chen sat on his porch, watching the shadows of his students as they passed by. They were not sleeping. They were staring at their glowing hands with expressions of deep confusion and worry. Even with the power of emperors in their veins, they still felt like the "trash" the world had rejected for so long.Xiao walked up to Lu Chen’s hut, his s

The elders of the Afure Cloud sect didn't want a "failure" carrying their secrets, even if he couldn't use them. They murdered his parents to silence him. Lu Chen remembered hiding in a damp, freezing mud, scrubbing the toilet. His spirit root—the organ that allows cultivators to breathe energy—had been physically crushed by a supervisor’s boot."You are a leaking bucket, Lu Chen," the supervisor sneered. "No matter how much power you find, it will just spill out into the dirt." Every time Lu Chen tried to meditate, the pain was so severe for him. His internal veins were frayed wires. When he tried to pull in the energy of the world, it exploded inside him. He spent nights coughing up silver blood. He was a seventeen-year-old boy then.The Scary Truth of the Void, the moment he became the "Unparalleled" wasn't a moment of glory—it was a moment of absolute terror. While hiding in the deepest parts of the Forbidden Forest, Lu Chen ran out of options. He fought with monsters in the for

He raised his hands, summoning the Cloud-Eater Array. The sky turned black as a funnel of spiritual energy descended, aimed directly at Lu Chen’s head.. Lu Chen looked at the swirling vortex of destruction. He thought of Xiao’s scraped knees. He thought of Mei’s tears.He reached out his human hand and made a move.The Void-Severing intent, even without the physical dagger, manifested as a thin, silver line. It erased the concept of the attack. The black clouds vanished instantly, replaced by a terrifyingly clear sky. The Patriarch’s cultivation base—built over four hundred years—shuddered.Lu Chen was suddenly in front of Yun. No one saw him move. He wasn't touching the Patriarch, yet the old man felt as if a blade was resting against his soul."The Blood-Leaf Herb," Lu Chen whispered. "Now."Patriarch Yun, a man who had looked down on kings, fell to his knees. The "strong" were discovering that there was a level of strength that didn't need to shout. It was the strength of the