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When he was 5 years old, his mother was taken away, his glorious father was left disfigured making him a mad man. As if all of it weren't enough, Yichen was bullied with no one to save him. While he was on the edge of breaking up, help comes like a ray of sunshine. With this new help, he plans to get back together with his family and return things the way they were but a bigger purpose seems to have been waiting for him.

The world is already burning. Draconian titans tear through cities, and humanity’s last defenders, UNEX and the Ecclesia, are locked in a losing war. In the middle of it all stands Jinhai Rush, bound to a fallen god of light, and Soryn, a dragon-summoner marked as a heretic. Together, they fight to hold back annihilation. But their war is only the beginning. From the ashes of their struggle is born Renkai, a child of gods and monsters, cursed from his first breath. To UNEX he is a weapon to be destroyed. To the Ecclesia he is blasphemy. To the Scalebound he is an enemy to be hunted. And to the Draconians, he is prey. Renkai refuses to bow. Every scar, every betrayal, every battle forges him harder. In a world that wants him dead, he will claw his way toward strength, carve vengeance into the ones who betrayed him, and rise against the horde that devoured his future. The Ashbound begins with sacrifice and ends with a son who will not stay broken. Dark progression. Relentless battles. A quest for vengeance in a world that hates him.

With golden walls and grand palaces, the center of the capital shone with the eternal glory of the royal bloodline of the Ling Dynasty. The reverence of the common people, and the respect from all clans and royal families of the Xin Continent, belonged to them as if it were their very right. Yet power is never eternal. Beneath that power lay envy, betrayal, and greed. And within the Ling Dynasty too, there were those who carried such thoughts. It was they who brought about the destruction of this dynasty. One night, under a sky filled with beautiful constellations, the heavens turned red with blood. The palaces burned and were reduced to ruins, the blood of those slain in battle flowing toward their graves like a river cascading from high above to the lowlands. The dynasty of Ling was thus struck down by the Hong Dynasty. They did not destroy the Ling bloodline with a simple war, but by cruelly eradicating every trace of its inheritance. Yet amidst that great calamity, one woman escaped. She was Ling Xin, beloved daughter of King Ling Di. Within her veins she carried the blood of the Ling line, and in her arms she bore the true heir, Ling Hua, with whom she fled into the darkness. That child was still but a young infant. He could bear no responsibility for any of this, a fragile tear of life with not even the faintest knowledge of the cruel world. But his blood carried the seed of a royal heritage that had once built an eternal dynasty. Through dark, unclear paths she traveled, always reminding herself that her own true identity, and that of her child, must be concealed. The Hong Dynasty still hunted them, determined to kill any who remained. For what they sought was the eradication of even the final drop of Ling blood. After many days of long travel, they arrived at a simple farming village, where humble folk lived quiet lives. That village became their new beginning. There, they changed their names: Ling Xin became Dou Hi, and Ling Hua became Huang, hiding their true identities. Ling Xin never told her son the truth. She allowed him to believe only that he was just a child of the village. On a dark night, beneath the shining stars once again, the mother’s heart trembled with the unanswered question of what truly happened to her father. Yet, as she looked at her sleeping son, Ling Hua, she whispered: “Ling Hua… one day, you must claim your rightful inheritance.”

Azelion, a young boy, fell into a crevice that swallowed him whole. Trapped within his own body for billions of years, his consciousness wandered alone… until he comprehended an absolute power. After countless ages, Azelion awakens with the ability to seal anything, from life itself to death. The world around him is now unrecognizable. His human body remains fragile and incapable of withstanding the use of his power. Only Qi and cultivation can serve as fuel… but even that will not be enough. Azelion’s true power will only emerge when the human shell that limits him is finally destroyed. And when that happens, there will be nothing his eyes cannot seal.

Hello, there. My name is Kevin Sanjaya. I got hit by Truck-kun and ended up in void for god-know how long. But it was worth it because I got reincarnated as Tang San! Yes, you heard that, right! Tang San from Douluo Dalu! I was sooooo excited! Eh, wait a minute? Why did my soul went out of my body?? Why did another soul enter my body??? No, No, No, NOOOOOO! MY SECOND LIFE IS JUST GET STARTED, AND SOMEONE ALREADY SABOTAGED IT! F*CK YOU, TANG SAN! F*CK YOU, ASURA! I WILL MAKES YOU REGRET DOING THIS TO ME! ... ... This isn't your typical fanfic. This is the story of a vengeful soul, who wanted to reclaim his rightful destiny. He will use everything he have to bring his enemy down and beat them up with experience! ... ... Hi, my old and new readers. This is me, Nine_Clouds I'm happy to announce that I'm going to write another Douluo Dalu (Soul Land) Fanfic. PS: My English is not best, but I will make it comfortable enough for everyone to read my story. Please give me your supports, and uh, Power Stones? You can support me on Patreon. Patreon Link: Patreon.com/NineClouds69

You remind me of someone..." Lin Feng looked at Bibi Dong in front of him and responded indifferently, "Don't compare me to him. I'm not that trash." "Xiao Feng, you know about my mother's past, don't you? Tell me!" "The future of the soul beasts? What does that have to do with me? As the ruler of the soul beasts, it's your responsibility to solve the problems!" "What belongs to the Divine Realm stays in the Divine Realm. What belongs to Douluo Star belongs to Lin Feng. So-called gods? They're nothing special!" Lin Feng transmigrated into the world of Douluo, starting with only level 1 innate soul power. He created his own soul vein cultivation method. Soul beast soul rings? Unnecessary! Soul skills? Controlling his own body and soul power is as easy as breathing! Martial souls? They're just projections of his true self! --- Release 2 chapters/day Support me and read advanced chapters at patreon.com/Ascendance248 for up to 50 advanced chapters. Also please give reviews. Thank you!

Li Feng was just a regular pervy guy from Earth who somehow landed in a world where cultivators cared way more about the Dao than their own bodies. On his first day, by some crazy luck, he found 35,000 spirit stones on a dead cultivator. He blew 30,000 of those stones just to buy his way into one of the top sects as an outer disciple. After years of grinding and nearly burning through the rest of his stones trying to break through, he’s still stuck at the lowest cultivation level. Now, with only a hundred stones left and his patience running thin, he decides to spend those last stones on a night of mortal pleasure with a cold, distant senior sister who usually doesn’t give a damn about things like that. She agrees ,not because she’s interested, but because the price is hard to say no to. What Li Feng doesn’t realize is that this reckless move give him the chance to finally break free from his bottleneck and change everything. ___ Kinda is a ero novel , No NTR, No Yuri.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, the fierce Wind Hashira, lived and died with his blade in hand. His Demon Slayer Mark—once his greatest weapon—eventually claimed his life, just as foretold. But death was not the end. When Sanemi awakens, it isn’t in the familiar streets of Taisho-era Japan, nor among the comrades he bled beside. Instead, he finds himself in a strange new land of cloaks, wands, and talking portraits—the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Disoriented and stripped of his sword, Sanemi quickly realizes that demons no longer plague this world, but threats just as sinister lurk in the shadows. Worse yet, he is an illiterate stranger in a place where magic is cast with words he cannot even pronounce. Determined not to be useless, Sanemi reverts to the only discipline he knows—relentless training and adaptation. But fate is never done with him. Just as demons once haunted his nights, whispers of a Dark Lord begin to stir. And when magic meets the will of a Demon Slayer, the wizarding world will learn that the wind can cut deeper than any wand.

Yang Ziyuan traveled through the Douluo Continent and was born into a Soul Douluo family. Looking at the black hole martial soul and the throne of the God of Destruction in his hand, Yang Ziyuan smiled. "In this world, it is not impossible to have the surname Yang!" Relying on the advantage of foresight, he snatched the immortal herbs, stepped on the seven monsters, and led the family to the peak!

Introduction: Reborn into the world of Douluo Dalu with the memories of a flawed but brilliant engineer from Earth, Zhang Tian awakens to a harsh reality. His new body possesses the most common and despised Martial Spirit on the continent—the Blue Silver Grass. His Innate Spirit Power is a pathetic 0.5. The world's foremost authority on Martial Spirits, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, delivers his verdict with cold, dismissive finality: "Innate Power 0.5 with a Blue Silver Grass? Your path is sealed. Go home, boy. Be a farmer." But within Zhang Tian, there is no despair. Only the cold, calculating mind of a man given a second chance, a man who sees not a trash spirit, but a blank canvas. "A trash spirit?" he thinks, a predatory smile hidden from the world. "No. It's a blank canvas. A canvas I will paint with forbidden alchemy, stolen opportunities, and a power this world has never seen. A canvas that will reach the very top." His path inevitably collides with the world's chosen one, Tang San, another soul from a different world. When Zhang Tian's engineering genius from a past life manifests as devastating firearms that defy the logic of Spirit Masters, it is Tang San who preaches caution and morality. "You have a responsibility!" the young hero declares, his face a mask of righteous indignation. "You can't just unleash such dangerous weapons upon the world!" But when Tang San's own hypocrisy leads him to threaten the women under Zhang Tian's protection in a desperate bid for victory, he learns a brutal, bloody lesson in pragmatism. As Zhang Tian stands over his broken, castrated form, his voice is a chilling whisper: "You targeted my women. Responsibility is a luxury you can no longer afford." His journey is not one of a lonely wolf, but of an emperor building his harem. He offers strength and freedom to those trapped by fate. For Zhu Zhuqing, the Hell Civet bound to a cowardly, degenerate prince, he is the only path to survival. As she turns her back on her pathetic fiancé, Dai Mubai, her breathtaking figure is a promise of the fierce loyalty he has earned. "You're a coward, Dai Mubai. I'll forge my own fate." She turns, her cold eyes filled with a new fire as she stands by Zhang Tian's side. "With him." His most powerful and intimate ally is a secret that could shatter the world: Ah Yin, the hundred-thousand-year-old Blue Silver Empress. Rescued from her lonely exile and reborn through his power as the seductive Blood Silver Empress, her maternal love transforms into a burning, possessive desire for the man who showed her the truth of her husband's betrayal. "That imposter murdered my son," she whispers, her magnificent, mature body pressing against his, a promise of pleasure and power intertwined. "As for you, my little Emperor... forget that little cat girl. Let a real woman show you what true pleasure feels like… down there." With cold calculation, he seizes the opportunities that he can: the immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the Eight Spider Lances, and many more. Armed with an arsenal of self-developed Spirit Tools that merge modern engineering with this new world, he is an unstoppable force of revolution. He will conquer the hearts of the continent's most beautiful and powerful women, enjoying their devotion and their sexy bodies while systematically dismantling the hypocrisy of its so-called "heroes." For Zhang Tian's ambitions stretch far beyond mere godhood. He looks upon the entire system of cultivation with the cold, critical eye of an engineer. "Spirit Rings from hunting beasts? A pathetic, barbaric system that rewards brute force and blind luck," he scoffs, a blueprint for a new world order forming in his mind. "This continent doesn't need such a system that forces the spirit beasts to extinction. It needs a revolution. And I am the engineer who will design it." ~~ A/N: Hope you all like it. Check out my p.atreon for the chapters ahead on the link: bit.ly/evildragon

In the year 799 A.D., a brutal war erupted between humanity and a nightmarish species known as the Narvans—grotesque beings born of shadow, chaos, and hatred. With their monstrous powers and thirst for domination, the Narvans pushed humankind to the brink of extinction. In humanity’s darkest hour, a warrior named Vaelion rose to lead the resistance. A mysterious figure shrouded in legend, Vaelion wielded unmatched power drawn from an ancient source known as Prāṇa—a divine life force that flows through all living beings. Under his command, the humans launched a desperate counterattack to reclaim their world. But victory came at a cost. Vaelion vanished after the final battle, leaving behind whispers of his sacrifice... and a prophecy that his legacy would return when the world once again faced annihilation. Centuries later, the Narvans begin to stir once more. As the seal on their realm weakens, strange events unfold—and one young man, Lioran, discovers that he may be the one destined to carry Vaelion’s will forward. Torn between fate and freedom, burdened by a power he doesn’t understand, Lioran must awaken the truth of the past, rally broken warriors, and confront the horrors that once nearly destroyed humanity. The legend of Vaelion was only the beginning.

Wondrous magic, powerful artifacts, and ancient bloodlines. Vast riches, deep dungeons, raging wars, beautiful women, handsome men, magical animals, and secrets waiting to be found. Olivia Lot, a girl said to possess the weakest type of magic, blood magic, dreams of one day leaving her village and becoming an Arcane Knight—powerful soldiers who explore dungeons and slay monsters. By chance, she meets Davi Hawker, a strange Knight who has set out on a quest to slay the Dragon that brought ruin to his homeland. Together, the two of them embark on the adventure of a lifetime. Expectations: - Two MCs, an autistic knight, and a useless blood-mage. - Bisexual female MC and Pansexual male MC. - Weak to Strong, gathering of powers, skills, and spells. -Mild LitRPG elements eventually, involving small stats, unlocking and evolving spells, buying spells, and gathering loot and magic items. There won't be traditional EXP. - Fishing. - Slowburn throuple romance. FFM. - Dungeon crawling/adventuring through strange biomes, and collecting rare loot and slaying boss monsters. - Shadow magic/Blood Magic, Magical Beasts, Dragons, Demons, more magic, and yet even more magic. - Eventual world hopping/exploring, due to extra-dimensional portals. - Hopefully decent world building, mixing Knights, and Sci-Fi elements, with minor LitRPG moments that the MC has on a smartphone. This will be a very long story with many arcs. Extra chapters are out on Patreon. Feel free to join if you want to see more of Phoenix Flight, or pay for my next meal.

« WARNING : MATURE CONTENT » I was supposed to check my stats. Instead, I checked my sins. One scroll through the system notifications and I realized I’d made the dumbest, hottest, most catastrophic mistake in cultivation history: [Heir Conception Confirmed: All three blessed wives have been Impregnanted.] [Gestation: 3 months. Offspring inherit 50% divine bloodline + maternal elemental affinities.] [Legacy Skill Unlocked: Imperial Seed – Children born at Core Formation minimum. Twins/Triplets chance +70%.] Translation? I bred the maid who poisoned me, the archer who swore she’d never kneel, and the ice queen who hadn’t even been kissed… in one night. Now they’re all carrying little demigods—and Heaven just flagged me as Calamity Incarnate. I wanted a quiet moment to breathe. Heaven handed me a countdown. 3… 2… 1… The sky split like a bad promise. Tribulation clouds boiled over the horizon, rings within rings, and every ring had my name carved into it. Lightning didn’t just flash—it wrote scripture across the firmament, every stroke a sentence: Zhao Tianlong, Calamity Incarnate. And behind me, three heartbeats answered in perfect sync. "Husband, stand back; you should save your energy to fight us in bed..." I glanced at the notifications again, just to suffer. [Heaven’s Will: Surveillance Active. Concealment: Impossible.] [Designation: Catastrophe-Grade Variable. Tribulation: Immediate.] [Bonus Condition Detected: Three Heroines Pregnant. Difficulty Multiplier: x10.] [Note: Heaven disapproves of speedrunning destiny via breeding.] "H-husband, why is the sky thundering..." "The clouds seem to be darkening with concentrated Qi." "It's like it is spreading across the land to take you on, Tianlong." I almost laughed. Almost. My naive wives, they can’t see how the clouds look beautiful, like a beautiful woman. "Hah… I make fountains out of heavenly beauties with my cock," I spat, a chuckle forming while getting disgusted, cute, lovely glares from my heavenly wives. "So if even Heaven itself dares to spread her legs at me, all she’ll do is scream louder," I said, lifting my middle finger towards the sky with a grin that almost ruined my hot husband image in front of my wives. "Tch, perverted bastard... I will just fight." "Ahem, yes, standing beside him might corrupt me." "H-husband... I-I will go fight too... you are embarrassing me..." They stepped beside me—left, right, and one half a pace ahead. Unaware that their sway of hips and jiggles of melons were too distracting. "...." I could only look at three of my beauties, thinking how they are different than last night, but again it appears I might have to corrupt them more. "So, shall we begin the journey of Dual Cultivation?" ----> Content Warning: Smut, MILFs, Yandere, Tsundere, Netori (cucking Son of Heaven), Villain ( Role will fully bloom on 110 Chapter), genuine care for his women, perverted themes, dual cultivation that actually provides benefits rather than just smut, steamy sex scenes, anal, blowjob, and so on. Worldbuilding of a cultivation world..

A ZepeNet holo-scanner hovered over her, humming faintly. Blue glyphs scanned her nervous system, her spine, her brain, her fingertips. "You may proceed forward into the test room" it's mechanical voice echoed. Her heart pounded. She braced herself. Jang Iseul entered the room, took off her shoes. The scanner blinked. Beeped. Now, she stood barefoot at the scanning area in Dominion Academy test room. The overhead lights pulsed in quiet rhythm, each cycle echoing a countdown she wasn't sure she could beat. The dom­i­na­tion protocol was merciless. Gift identification had to be public. Every blink, every scan, every register to the ZepeNet Core Archive—all recorded, all locked. The hall smelled of cold tiles and recycled air. No pods. No luxury. Just a half-lit device with blinking sensors and a mandatory softnet readout. The scanner intoned: "Please remain still. Initiating full‑spectrum Gift Resonance Scan." Lines of energy crept up her spine. Symbols flickered across her vision like ghost data. The machine made a quiet chirping sound and locked her ZepeNet profile. She was ranked now. The world would see it. Her friends would see it. Universities would ignore it. She stared at the results. Red text streaked across the display: SCANNER SYNC COMPLETE Gift Class: Star‑Class Potential Rank: (F‑Rank) Designation: Mutated Illusion creator Origin Code: Strange, Unknown Energy Bond: Red Locked ZepeNet Status: Manual Review Required Red‑Locked meant more than just blocked advancement—it meant social death. She stared at the result, not very shocked. A technician leaned forward and raised a brow. "Star‑Class? But still F‑Rank?! How rare! But you're permanent Red‑Locked?! Sorry, bad luck, kid," he was flabbergasted as he looked at her sympathetically. She already knew. The system refused to understand her Gift. It didn't just misclassify her—it locked her out. Because it had never seen any gift quite like her. Jang Iseul nodded without looking at him. He tried to sound kind and find the right words. "Well… better late than never. Happens sometimes. You might qualify for logistics or harvest support." She stood silently. Not because she was powerless, but because she knew what to do next. She walked out of the testing room and didn't look back. She didn't know what she had expected— She left the scanner room in silence. Other students whispered as she walked past: "She is still red?" "Forever F‑Rank much, huh? Wow. Even at eighteen." "She's done. No squads'll take her seriously now." She didn't respond. Didn't look back. Didn't try to explain. Because she'd seen what she could do in dreams. And she knew she was close. So damn close. She passed two seniors leaning against a vending drone. One of them, a girl with synthetic nails and neon hair, sneered without making eye contact. "Hey, Jang Iseul. Who are you pretending to be now, queen of the losers F‑Ranks?" Iseul didn't slow down. She didn't even turn her head. But the girl moved aside anyway. There was only one test left before she'd be defined—or discarded.

Betrayed, banished, and forgotten for twenty-five years. Draven had once been a loyal member of the Ascendants faction, a place he had grown to love deeply. But in an unexpected twist of fate, he was falsely accused and banished for twenty-five years. When he finally returned, the world he knew had changed beyond recognition. Betrayed and cast out by the very faction he once called home, Draven’s life crumbled—his wife abandoned him, and his mother succumbed to a fatal illness. With nothing left to live for, despair consumed him, and he resolved to end his own life. But on the verge of death, something extraordinary happened: he awakened a system. [System Awakened] [You just awakened a forbidden bloodline. The blood cultivation first mission in 24 hours] Now with the system and bloodline, Draven can now cultivate using blood from demonic beings, celestials, and immortals. With this new tool in his hands, Draven now looks to shatter the cultivation realm, ascend to immortality, rewrite the blood law, and bring back his dead mother. Watch Draven as he tries to become the greatest blood cultivator that ever lived.

When 18-year-old Chu Miao dies in a tragic car accident, her soul vanishes; but her body does not remain empty for long. A formidable warrior from an ancient era, the daughter of a renowned general, awakens in her place. Sent into the future by a prophecy, she finds herself in a world on the brink of destruction. With only a month before typhoons ravage the land, extreme weather shifts without warning, and terrifying mutations transform animals and plants into deadly threats. Worst of all, a horrifying virus spreads like wildfire, turning humans into flesh-eating zombies. Civilization crumbles and only the strongest survive. Though her new body lacks the powerful cultivation she once had, she still possesses an invaluable advantage; her ancient spatial ring. Filled with elixirs, weapons, demonic beast cores, and rare cultivation resources, it becomes her greatest tool for survival. But modern supplies are also essential, and she must act fast to stockpile resources before the apocalypse fully takes hold. As chaos reigns, she fights to protect her family and secure a foothold in this brutal new world. Along the way, she crosses paths with a mysterious and powerful man, one of the rare few who awaken supernatural abilities and is just as determined to survive. Together, they forge an unbreakable bond, battling both the relentless undead and the desperate survivors willing to kill for a chance to live. Armed with ancient wisdom and modern strategy, she refuses to bow to fate. In this new life, she will rise again; not as a lost soul from the past, but as a warrior destined to rule the apocalypse.

Watch her go from a nobody to bringing powers around her to their knees, all the while having fun, hardships, and who else knows!

A broken world bleeds reality into madness. Aiden, a “saint-child” whose visions tear at his own mind, believes he can save humanity — but every desperate act only accelerates the decay.

How can one survive in this world without a system now?! Awaken the system at the beginning and receive the most bizarre disobedience system! "The system detects that the host envies Tang San for having twin martial spirits. The system expresses disobedience and helps the host awaken three martial spirits!" ... "The system detects that the host envies Tang San for obtaining the external spirit bone, Eight Spider Lance. The system expresses disobedience and grants the host the external spirit bone, Dragon Phoenix Ancient Wings!" ... "The system detects that the host is being abused by Zhao Wuji. The system expresses disobedience and gives the Spirit Douluo Experience Card." ... Besides envy and disobedience, is there anything else the system can do? Of course! "The system detects that the host prevented Tang San from absorbing the spirit ring of the human-faced demon spider, subverting the original storyline and rewarding 800 attribute points." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CTTO: 斗罗之我的系统又不服气了 Author: Jiu_Hao_Zhang_Ju

Wáng Jué Ji Yī was just an ordinary man—an avid fan of Anime, Donghua and cultivation novels. Between binge-watching Soul Land (Douluo Dalu) and flipping through chapters of Martial Peak, Martial Universe, Dragon ball, and Perfect World, one question kept haunting his thoughts: "Why are there Soul Masters in Soul Land, but no Cultivators?" Fantasizing about entering that world with a cultivation system instead of martial souls, he wished to rewrite the laws of that universe. "If only I could descend into Soul Land… with a system… as a Cultivator, not a Soul Master." But fate works in mysterious ways. In the middle of watching an episode, his television suddenly exploded, engulfing the room in fire. He died instantly. Yet, death was not the end. His soul awakened in a boundless void—an infinite sea of darkness without time, space, or life. At its center was a radiant core: a swirling fusion of all colors and shadow, ancient and divine. Drawn by instinct, he reached out to touch it. Ding! > [True Omniversal God System Activated] Welcome, Host. Prepare for transmigration... Reborn into the world of Soul Land, not as a Soul Master, but as something unheard of—a Cultivator—Wáng Jué Ji Yī finds himself wielding power that defies the laws of this universe. Spirit rings, soul bones, martial souls—none of these define him. His path is the Dao. His strength, limitless. Soon, both humans and soul beasts alike take notice. --- Human World Reactions: Tang San: "You cultivate... but not as a Soul Master? What kind of path is this?" Bibi Dong: "I’ve never heard of Cultivators... but the pressure you emit... it eclipses even Title Douluos." Tang Hao: "What are you, Wáng Jué Ji Yī? You shatter our understanding of strength itself." Tang Chen: "I’ve reached Rank 99—Ultimate Douluo. Yet you, a mere Core Formation cultivator, overwhelm me with ease." Qian Daoliu: "This... this cannot be real. What kind of monster are you?" --- Soul Beast Reactions: Gu Yuena (Silver Dragon King): "To rise beyond even the heavens... could it truly be possible through cultivation?" Di Tian: "In all my ten thousand years, I’ve never seen or sensed a power like his. He is not a Soul Master. He is something else." Snow Empress: "The laws of this world bend around him. His energy isn’t of this realm." Ice Empress: "I am born of ice, yet his presence freezes even my soul. He walks a path I cannot comprehend." --- With a system that grants access to infinite cultivation realms, multidimensional travel, and divine techniques from across the Omniverse, Wáng Jué Ji Yī sets out on a journey to rewrite fate itself. But power draws attention—both mortal and divine. Can he walk the path of cultivation in a world ruled by Soul Masters? Or will he become the bridge between worlds—a Cultivator who transcends the limits of all fiction?