Deep beneath the earth, in the vault of ancient scrolls, Lin Tian sat cross-legged.
The moment he began cultivating the Heaven-Devouring Dragon Art, his surroundings changed.
Blue lightning sparked across the ground. The temperature dropped. The air grew heavy, as if the heavens themselves were watching.
His blood roared.
Each breath dragged spiritual energy into his body like a whirlpool. The chaotic current swirled through his meridians, reshaping them—ripping them open—then reforging them in dragon fire.
Pain.
And then… release.
BOOM!
A low thunder echoed through the vault as golden veins lit up under his skin. His dantian, once quiet, now pulsed like a second heart.
Outside the hall, clouds churned unnaturally above the Lin Clan compound.
Birds scattered. Elder disciples looked up, stunned.
"What's that energy?"
"It's coming from the scroll vault!"
Inside, Lin Tian opened his eyes.
His gaze was sharper. His presence heavier.
He slowly raised his hand—lightning danced in his palm.
He had broken through the Mortal Path barrier. In a single sitting.
A smirk crept across his lips.
From this moment forward… I will rewrite my fate. Not even the heavens can stop me.