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 mirror-glass desert expanse shimmered beneath a sky of unrelenting clarity, its surface a mosaic of crystalline facets that sliced sunlight into a thousand blinding edges, each reflection a blade that dazzled and disoriented. Winds hissed across the dunes, sharp as honed steel, carrying slivers of glass that stung like whispers of intent. The ground was treacherous, a lattice of fractures that hummed with latent sharpness, threatening to cut with every step. Beyond a rift where the desert's heart pulsed with silver light, a chasm gleamed—a radiant slash that vibrated with a force so precise it could sever fate itself. The Razor Edge, the seventy-second force, had awakened, its boundless blade of infinite power a silent vow to carve Lin Feng's spirit to ribbons.


Chapter 109 - The Edge’s Slash