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The Immortal Cultivator Who Broke The Heavens

The story of the Lingxu Clan was known throughout San Tianjie. A secluded clan that refused to join any sect, guardians of a secret cultivation method older than the heavens themselves. They harmed no one and they meddled with no one. They were always neutral choosing to preserve their peace. Until the day they were wiped out. Eight-year-old Lingxu Mingye returned home after playing with his friend… only to be met with smoke, burning halls, and the corpses of his clan. He watched his siblings die one by one, powerless to stop any of it. Because he was the only one in his family who couldn’t cultivate. A weak mortal. The only one in his family with a broken dantian. Their clan was labeled traitors to the whole immortal realm. Mingye's limbs were torn of and he was left on a spike for the whole world to see, with no food or water. They thought he would die but he survived. For three months, he survived with nothing...only hatred. He swore to kill them all when the time came. And fate answered. A dying immortal found the broken child, took him in, and poured all his remaining power into him. When Mingye opened his eyes again, his body was whole—and vengeance was now possible. He trained. He bled. He broke his limits again and again until the weak boy died and Xuan Ye was born. Now his journey begins...to revenge the Lingxu Clan’s massacre, to destroy every sect, immortal, and conspirator who dared to touch his family. For every life they took, he will take ten. For every tear he shed, the heavens themselves will pay in blood.
Bastard_Minato · 758 Views

I AM the Progenitor

Sometimes, life is not merely unfair—it is a beautiful, fragile dream, and the gods are careless sleepers. One moment, I was counting the seconds until meditation ended, my greatest concern the arrival of the next batch of candied hawthorns for my little sister. The next, I was counting the bodies of my clan, my world painted in the shades of a nightmare. My name is Jin Tie. I was the heir to the mighty Jin Clan, though I never wanted the title. I possessed a secret—a Primordial Monad Gate that gifted me a wellspring of power others could only dream of. Yet, I saw it as a curse, a cheat code for a game I never wished to play. My heaven was not a distant throne in the clouds; it was the sun-drenched courtyards of my home, the proud, stern face of my father, Jin Long, and the serene, brilliant smile of my sister, Jin Yue. She was different, touched by a grace that even I, in my ignorance, could not comprehend. I did not care for immortality. I did not hunger to become a deity. My universe was simple, and it was enough. That changed the day the sky broke. A horned god descended not with thunder, but with a sigh of utter boredom. He didn't even deem us enemies. While his storm of frozen daggers slaughtered my clan, he executed my father—a peak martial master—with a lazy, backhanded flick. Our strength, our legacy, was less than an insect to him. His only interest was my sister. He called her a "familiar echo" and took her, vanishing back into the heavens as if he'd merely picked a flower. Now, the power I once scorned is my only weapon. The path I refused to walk is my only road. I will forge myself into a blade aimed at the heart of heaven. I will use my gift to climb. I will use my rage as a hammer. I will tear down the gilded palaces of the heavens and shatter the silent, uncaring thrones of the divine until I find where she is. I will look that horned Envoy in his cold, blue eyes, and I will show him the terrifying patience of a brother who has nothing left to lose. Let the gods have their immortality. I just want my sister back.
DaoistTie · 4.9k Views