He was once the Martial God of Ten Thousand Realms, a legend who shattered heavens with a single strike. But betrayal sealed his divine soul into the frail body of Lin Feng—a scorned, beaten son-in-law of a crumbling clan. Mocked as trash, humiliated by his wife’s family, and cast aside like a broken tool, he endured it all with a smile. Why? Because beneath his ragged exterior burns the heart of a god, waiting to unleash chaos on a world that forgot his name.

Divorced and discarded, Lin Feng walks away from the Lin Clan’s sneers, his steps leading him to the downtrodden Ye Clan—a family of outcasts clinging to survival. They see a wanderer. He sees a canvas. With cunning sharper than any blade and secrets deeper than the abyss, he begins to mold them in the shadows, turning weaklings into warriors, paupers into kings. Every insult fuels his resolve. Every enemy becomes a stepping stone.

But the seal on his power is cracking. Ancient foes sense the tremor of a god’s return. Arrogant young masters, ruthless sects, and even the heavens themselves will tremble when the Shadow Patriarch rises. From a forgotten village to the celestial thrones, Lin Feng—Zhan Tian—will carve his name in blood and fire, proving one truth: those who scorned him will kneel, and those who dared to challenge him will break.

Cultivation? Unmatched. Revenge? Ruthless. Destiny? His to rewrite. The world thought it buried a nobody. It awoke a nightmare.

The sky canyon roared with primal fury, its sheer walls battered by a storm that churned the heavens into a maelstrom of emerald and ash, each gust a fist that splintered stone and howled with ancient rage. Lightning seared the air, its jagged arcs clawing at cliffs, illuminating clouds that boiled like a sea unmoored. The ground quaked, strewn with shattered rock, trembling under winds that tore at the roots of the world. Beyond a chasm where the storm's heart pulsed with chaotic fire, a rift screamed—an emerald vortex that radiated a force so wild it could unravel creation itself. The Chaos Tempest, the sixty-eighth force, had unleashed its wrath, its boundless turbulence of infinite power a roaring vow to shatter Lin Feng's spirit to fragments.


Chapter 105 - The Tempest’s Fracture