Immortal Supreme: Sovereign Of The Grand Dao

Michael Angelo's moment of triumph was supposed to be the night of a lifetime. His mansion's grand ballroom was abuzz with friends, family, and acquaintances, all gathered to celebrate his crowning achievement. However, beneath the champagne toasts and congratulatory smiles, a sinister undertone lurked, centered around a mysterious black daffodil - a family heirloom passed down from his enigmatic grandmother. As the night wore on, the flowers of joy seemed poised to bloom into a garden of darkness.

Zhi Ruo, was a person who dabbled with a lot of things. She stole and cooked with the same hands. She made an astronomical amount of money, and made her company from scratch. She designed, invested, crafted, invented, healed and killed. All for the sake of what? Nothing. Because she can, because others cannot. For the sake of living, she will, for the sake of trying, for the sake of her own self satisfaction. Because she was an immortal among mortals. And as if there was some sick being out there, she went from a puzzle that could not fit. Into a person who was ostracized by everyone, and yet she felt the sense of belonging.

Betrayed and exiled from his family, brutally attacked and left to die, Ethan forged a new path for himself by the help of a stranger who saved his life. Now in a new city and trying to put his past behind him, he is betrayed by his wife and kicked out of the family. Left with no choice, Ethan agrees to a contract marriage with his female boss who found interest in him because of his martial arts skills. Ethan faces a battle of disdain from his new in-laws and his bossy wife but unknown to everyone, he is the most powerful man in the world and the supreme leader of an ancient Order which controlled all the major families and corporations.

When the heir to the most formidable conglomerate finds himself as a lowly live-in son-in-law, every move he makes seems ludicrous. Those who try to decipher his unconventional behavior wonder, "In a world where hierarchy reigns supreme, where the poor tremble before the rich, and the wealthy claw their way to the top, how does he fit in? A wretched pauper without fear. Where the hell does he belong?" And for those foolish enough to challenge him, thinking their power's invincible, soon realize they've underestimated true strength. Concealed beneath the guise of a lowly son-in-law, he wields a power that can bring even the mightiest to their knees.

.... "Master?".... “Of course. It's because you haven't activated your powers yet. I've been waiting for you! You are the reason I am in jail and now, it's fulfilled” He almost screamed in excitement and brought out a dragon-like ring which almost frightened the fragile Reed because it seemed rusty, dirty and old. “It's all yours. Master of the 365th province of the imperial world!” ***** In a world where the rich oppressed the poor, he was tormented! Humiliated! Confined! Now, he is set free! He is back! Those who opposed and oppressed him would be repaid one million times worse! It starts from now!

A million years have passed since the war that shattered the harmony of Caelestia—the once-divine realm that shimmered with eternal light. The Divinomachy. It began with a betrayal. One of the Supreme Emperor’s most powerful and revered archangels, corrupted by pride, jealousy and ambition, raised his blade against his Creator. His defiance was swift and infectious—many of the Emperor’s faithful servants followed him, seduced by whispers of freedom, power, and a new order. Thus ignited a celestial war — Divinomachy. For one hundred years, the heavens trembled under the weight of clashing divinities. Brother turned against brother. Skies once filled with song now roared with the cries of battle. At last, the Supreme Emperor, weary of endless bloodshed, brought the war to a bitter close. With a divine curse, he cast down the traitors into a prison realm he created—Phlegethon and sealed their leader—while some escaped. Their punishment was eternal. Once-angelic beings were twisted into demons. Their silver skin blackened and grew scales. Their radiant wings darkened into shadows, and crimson replaced their once pure silver eyes. Even their hands bore the mark of damnation—silver claws sprouting where gentle fingers had once been. And when the fallen archangel was finally struck down, a prophecy echoed across the universe—spoken through the Emperor’s oracle: “When the stars realign and the seal weakens, the fallen one shall rise again. But from the forbidden love of both light and darkness shall be born a child—a hybrid. He shall end what the traitor had begun.” Though Caelestia was rebuilt, its wounds never fully healed. For prophecy does not forget, and the chains that bind the fallen grow weaker with every passing age. The ones who escaped hid themselves across the universe, patiently waiting for the return of their master.

Five years ago, I was the "worthless" foster son who had taken the fall for a crime I never committed. I went to prison for my brother's future, thinking that my family would be there to care for my wife. I was wrong. While I rotted away in Blackgate Prison, my inheritance had been stolen: they had wiped off my existence and treated my wife as a slave. They thought I would die in there. But the fate had different plans. In the darkest cell, I met with a mysterious master. I did not just survive; I was reborn. I learned the Nine Heavens Medical Art and activated the Sovereign Martial Body. I healed warlords and crippled assassins in a single touch. Now the prison gates are open. I am no longer the submissive orphan. I am a Dragon King. To my foster family celebrating my misery: Prepare your coffins. To all those billionaires trying to touch my wife: Prepare to lose your hands. I will save lives with my left hand and destroy my enemies with my right hand. The King is out, and debts must be repaid in blood.

Fifteen centuries of silence. Kael von Everfrost was meant to rule. On the night of his coronation, as his people celebrated, the empire’s greatest enemy struck. The kingdom burned, its people slaughtered. Kael fled, only to be sealed in ice, trapped in an eternal slumber. 1,500 years later. Magic is gone. The world has evolved through technology, war, and greed. And it’s all Kael’s system’s fault. The Invincible Snow Sovereign System, meant to activate upon his ascension, lay dormant. To awaken, it absorbed the earth’s mana, erasing magic from existence. Deep within an ancient ice cavern, untouched by time, a system notification appears— [Ding!] System awakening complete. Forced revival initiated. The ice shatters. Kael awakens. His empire is gone. His people are forgotten. The throne meant to be his is dust. The world thinks monarchs are dead. The world believes magic is lost. The world assumes it has no master. They are all wrong. With absolute wealth, a system that rewards dominion, and the fury of a prince robbed of his legacy, Kael will rebuild his empire, claim the world, and become invincible. The Everfrost name was erased. He will carve it back in ice and blood.

Once worshipped as a prodigy, now scorned as a nobody. Leaving the village as the top disciple of the mysterious miracle doctor, adored by countless damsels, and blessed with devastatingly handsome features, Richard stepped into the city— only to be loathed, disdained and humiliated. Little did they know… he was far more than just a “Village doctor.” He was Richard Valkar–the very embodiment of medicine itself! Every healer shall bow. Every martial artist shall tremble. And every being on earth shall confess that he is the greatest! Order! Make way for the Greatest of all time! But… Will he achieve ALL his goals and dominate his enemies? Will he forever reign supreme, or will his enemies one day rise to overthrow him? Find out in this epic tale of power, redemption, and dominance!

A new world means a new beginning—or so I had hoped, expected, imagined. But does it really matter? Perhaps if I poured everything into it, things might change. Supremacy was never meant to be theirs alone. The top, the pinnacle, supremacy was never reserved for them!!! In this world, the question isn't about what I desire, but rather, what is my purpose? Here, our wishes are not respected, they are forced upon us. Only one reigns supreme. From the chaos of the past to the sea of forgotten dreams, and from the sea of forgotten dreams to the gates of living nightmares, the boundaries of reality blur, and the line between light and darkness becomes ever more indistinguishable. Who truly holds supremacy? What does it mean to be supreme? What do you genuinely seek?