From Good-for-Nothing to the Boss of the Divine Realm
Xingchen, mocked as having “mixed spiritual roots,” fell off a cliff three years ago and came back with only half a jade pendant and a fat cat that had stolen a taste of immortal wine.
Everyone said he was an unwanted child of the Dragon Clan. Even his own older brother used forbidden arts to win the favor of the Black Dragon. Only the dragon-scale birthmark on Xingchen’s wrist burned in the dead of night: the sealed soul of a true dragon was knocking at the door.
When the chains of the Soul-Suppressing Prison wrapped around his ankles, when the blue scales of his twin brother resonated with the birthmark on his chest, and when the Broken Star Sword, his father’s keepsake, blazed with holy fire capable of burning all three realms to ash, Xingchen finally understood: the so-called good-for-nothing was merely a disguise, worn by a divine bloodline so it wouldn’t frighten ordinary people.
The Black Dragon’s plot to devour its master was hidden in the bloody patterns on the Dragon-Locking Pillars. The Qingqiu Fox Clan’s soul-swapping arts were entangled with the bone fragments of Xiangliu, and even beneath the jade bricks of the Divine Realm’s pavilions lay dragon corpses from a hundred years ago.
Fortunately, he had a fat cat that carried off a house while chewing on a Five-Flavored Fruit, an “enemy camp” brother with scales on the back of his neck, a rebellious older brother who had finally seen the error of his ways, and, deep within the earth’s veins, a dragon-patterned sapling that drank dragon’s blood and bathed in immortal dew.
“Did you hear? That bastard who was thrown out of the Dragon Palace is now carrying the Black Dragon’s skull and collecting land rent at the gates of the Divine Realm!”
The day his dragon-scale axe cleaved open a rift between worlds, Xingchen flipped off the gods crowding the sky. “Forget whether your bloodline is pure or not. If you can shoulder the burden, you deserve to be the boss of the Divine Realm!”
