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 Ye Clan estate quaked beneath a midnight sky consumed by crimson ferocity and untamed wrath, the air thick with a searing roar that devoured the fading depths of the Eternal Tide's retreat. The courtyard crackled with heat, the fire flaring wild as Ye Hua gripped a patched cloak, her gray eyes wide with terror at the rift where a figure in crimson ferocity emerged, its qi a boundless blaze of infinite power casting waves of flame that scorched the earth into blackened ruin. Ye Qing braced his spear at the gate, his grizzled face slick with sweat, his voice a rough shout as he waved Ye Jun and Ye Mei behind the barricade, their small forms trembling under the fiery glow. Ye Chen crouched by the western wall, his ward-stone gripped tight, his twisted leg steady as the ground shuddered with a force of relentless inferno. Ye Ling prowled the gatehouse, her dagger a restless glint, her braid snapping with each fierce step, her breath quick with defiance and grit.


Chapter 53 - The Inferno’s Blaze