The scroll vault was silent, buried deep beneath the ancestral hall of the Lin Clan.
Lin Tian stepped through the heavy stone doors, which creaked shut behind him. Few had entered this place; even fewer had left with anything useful.
The dim light flickered across hundreds of ancient scrolls, each etched with forgotten names and techniques.
"This is where the real power sleeps," he murmured.
His fingers trailed along the spines of scrolls—techniques of fire, wind, sword, and shadow. They all seemed… limited.
Then, from the darkest corner, a faint warmth pulsed. A scroll, half-burnt, barely held together by faded red string.
Drawn by instinct, Lin Tian picked it up.
Heaven-Devouring Dragon Art
"Born of chaos, devour all bloodlines. The one who awakens the dragon's soul shall command heaven and earth."
The characters lit up—bright gold streaking across the parchment.
Energy exploded into his chest.
His veins surged. His heartbeat thundered. The sensation was like drowning in molten stars, then breathing again with a body no longer human.
Lightning arced around his hands as if the air itself submitted to him.
This isn't just a technique. It's a legacy… left for me.
A slow smile spread across Lin Tian's lips.
The dragon within him was waking.