The golden bells of the Grand Sovereign Dragon Palace echoed across the high mountains, celebrating a thousand years of glory. Outside, millions of guests drank and cheered for the empire’s grand milestone. No one in the festive crowd cared that this breathtaking fortress was built entirely on the butchered bones of its true founders.Six years ago, the noble Long Clan had been poisoned, betrayed, and slaughtered in a single night of blood by the treacherous Three Sovereign Houses. Today, the usurping Chu Family ruled the palace with an iron fist, treating the surviving heirs of the fallen lineage with demonic cruelty. Far away from the golden banquet halls, hidden in the freezing shadows of the outer estate, sat a ruined, decaying wooden shack.Inside the freezing shack, seven-year-old Long Xiaoxiao shivered violently on a bed of rotting straw, clutching her older brother’s frayed collar. She let out a ragged cough, hacking up bright crimson blood that splattered across her pale, hol

The morning sun had barely cleared the mountain peaks when the heavy stomping of boots shattered the quiet of the outer slave sector. Long Jingchen sat cross-legged on the dirt floor, his violet eyes instantly tracking a trail of dried mud by the doorway. The air grew thick and heavy as five men dressed in crimson tactical armor surrounded the wooden shack, their weapons drawn."Check the room! The blood trail from the courtyard leads straight to this dump!" a harsh voice barked from outside. The rotting wooden door was kicked inward, splinters flying everywhere as the leader of Chu Tianyou’s elite execution squad stepped inside. His eyes narrowed as he spotted Jingchen sitting calmly beside his shivering, pale sister.Jingchen didn't move a single muscle, but his mind was already evaluating the baseline spiritual energy of the men before him. He could easily unleash his new gravity suppression and turn all five of them into dust within a split second. But he knew that hiding his supr

The midnight storm roared like a furious beast across the eastern peaks, but Long Jingchen moved through the blinding sheets of rain without making a sound. He held his little sister tightly against his chest, shielding her frail body from the freezing wind with his dark, wet cloak. High above the ridges, massive golden beams of spiritual energy sliced through the clouds, sweeping the mountain layout in a frantic search grid.The Chu Family Patriarch had unleashed the sect's high-tier detection arrays, hunting desperately for the mysterious thief who had siphoned away Chu Tianyou’s entire gold core. Jingchen looked up at the flashing golden lights, his violet eyes completely calm as a faint translucent screen hummed silently behind his eyelids. The SSS-rank technique was perfectly active, masking their signatures and turning them into complete phantoms.[SOVEREIGN CLOAKING TECHNIQUE WORKING AT OPTIMAL LEVEL... MAXIMUM ENEMY SCAN EVASION SUCCESSFUL.]"Brother, where are we going?" Xiao

The heavy wheels of the spiritual transport rattled unevenly over the stone path, sending sharp vibrations through the iron floorboards of the cage. Long Jingchen sat with his back pressed against the freezing metal, his arms wrapped protectively around Xiaoxiao as the dense fog outside grew thicker. The carriage veered sharply off the main road, the smooth ride turning rough as it crawled along the isolated, dark edge of the misty Bamboo Grove.Suddenly, the vehicle ground to a complete, sudden halt, the spiritual engine dying out with a low, sputtering hiss that left only the sound of dripping rain. The vast bamboo stalks towered over them like giant wooden prison bars, blocking out the morning light and leaving the area completely deserted. Jingchen slowly lifted his head, his violet eyes flashing through the dim space as he looked at the heavy partition door."Why have we stopped here?" Jingchen asked, his voice flat and calm, showing absolutely zero panic as he addressed the fron