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Shadowflame: Rise of the Nameless Monarch

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In a world where cultivation defines existence, he was born with nothing. No spiritual root. No Qi. No future. Mocked by his clan. Abandoned by his father. Forgotten by fate itself. But when fate tossed him into the Forbidden Lands, what should’ve been his grave became his rebirth. A dying boy discovers a Black Flame — ancient, sentient, and older than time. Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, a slumbering soul stirs... a version of himself from a time no one remembers — not even the heavens. Hunted by beasts. Tested by ancient shadows. Laughed at by gods. He has no cultivation... yet he's about to shake all Fifteen Realms — from the Mortal Depths, through the First Class Skies, into the Top World Thrones, and even the cursed whispers of the Forgotten World. He won’t climb the path. He’ll burn it.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Banished Flame

In the boundless tapestry of existence, three great worlds governed all known life.

Mortal World – Nayrith Realm: A world teeming with mortals, beasts, cultivators, and hidden ruins. It was the beginning, the training ground for those who dared challenge the heavens.

First-Class World – Veyron Expanse: A majestic world layered in spiritual density, ruled by ancient sects and heaven-defying clans.

Top-Class World – Zenith Dominion: The pinnacle of existence, where laws bend and time submits. Only legends dwell here — or are born here to rewrite fate.

But beyond these realms... lies a Forgotten World — a land untouched by time, concealed even from the eyes of gods.

In the Mortal World, specifically in the famed Nayrith Realm, existed one of the ten powerful sects — the Xin Clan, known for their mastery over spirit arrays and body refinement. But strength breeds pride.

Within this sect lived a youth named Luan. Born to Elder Haiyan, a once-respected elder of the clan, Luan carried the shame of being cultivation-less. No Qi flow. No core. No future. They mocked him, laughed behind silken fans, and called him a Qi-less cripple.

Even his father — once proud — now bowed under pressure, choosing silence over support. Luan, though scarred, never broke.

One fateful day, the elders passed a cruel decree. "Send the trash to the Forbidden Land. Let nature judge what we cannot cleanse."

And so, without a blade lifted in protest, Luan was cast into the realm where even legends perished.