Fifty years ago, rifts appeared in the world. These rifts spewed spirit beasts, ancient artifacts, and fragments of lost civilizations. The human race brought forth Talent Sigils and built guilds and families for survival.

These families include one of the oldest awakened bloodlines, known as "The Long Clan," said to trace its lineage from the dragons of antiquity.

However, rivalries also exist within great clans.

His name is Long Hao, the son of a dwindling lineage family who is ridiculed for being the embarrassment of the clan. It is not impossible for people to believe that he has only mediocre talent because the clan already labels him as the failure who does not deserve the name dragon.

But on the night before the awakening ceremony, there is a prohibited awakening within him.

> [Eclipse System… Activating
[Forbidden Talent Detected. Origin: Dragon-Eclipse Bloodline


It seems that *Heaven’s Law* itself has made

Long Hao wields forbidden talent, a skill feared not only by humans but also by the heavens.

The day that follows, the Awakening Stone has no talent, and the world laughs at him.

But Long Hao just smiled.

When the first dungeon appears out of nowhere in his high school, chaos breaks out. "The trash of the Long Clan" emerges and displays power that shocks the city.
He will overcome his destiny.
Above the guilds.

Above ancient clans. Beyond God's own command. A dragon ought to fly across the nine heavens, and he, named Long Hao, shall smash those who come to get in his way.

A dragon should soar across the nine heavens—
and Long Hao will shatter anyone who dares stand in his path.

CHAPTER 74 — THE WORM THEY FAILED TO CRUSH


The Murong ancestral hall was never silent.


Ancient spirit lamps flickered along the obsidian walls, casting long shadows over carved pillars etched with the history of the Murong clan. Every step taken within this place carried weight. Every word spoken echoed far longer than it should have.


The Grand Elder slammed his palm against the stone table.


Cracks spiderwebbed outward, spirit runes flaring briefly before stabilizing.


"USELESS!" he roared. "ABSOLUTELY USELESS!"


Around the circular table, the Murong elders sat rigidly. Their expressions ranged from fury to irritation, to thinly veiled unease.


"A full eradication squad," the Grand Elder continued, voice dripping with contempt. "Guild professionals. Clean instructions. Perfect timing."


The Third Elder scoffed coldly. "That boy should have died."


Chapter 74 - LOWLY WORM