The Divine Dynasty

Were you once the unlucky kid the whole world had abandoned?

He was.

Born in the dust and raised on contempt, his life was as still as stagnant water. You could toss in a stone and not even raise a ripple.

His parents were the only light in his cold life.

But fate snuffed out even that last glimmer with its own hands.

A vast conspiracy forced his parents to trade their lives for his slim chance of survival. The price was that their souls would never be reincarnated. He buried the moonlight of his life with his own hands.

And buried his own cowardly self along with it.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a blood-soaked age ruled by eight great mythologies and countless races. This time, the heart beating in his body was no longer that of a good-for-nothing. It was fueled by the fire of vengeance his parents had kindled with their lives, and by two supreme treasures steeped in boundless hatred!

From Chinese mythology to foreign mythologies, he would leave a trail of blood with every step, vowing to cut down every enemy from his past.

But... wasn't this supposed to be a lonely road of revenge?

Why did the aloof sword immortal, who could vanquish all her foes with a single stroke and whose beauty and cultivation were peerless, always favor him above everyone else?

“Let the world slander you, bully you, and insult you. Then cut them all down with your sword.”

“If one sword isn't enough...” She landed gracefully in front of him, the tip of her sword pointing toward all the gods and demons of the heavens. Yet her voice was impossibly gentle. “Then add me to the fight. I will always be your sword, your shield, and... the most unreasonable ally you could ask for.”