Three years ago, Lin Xuan was fifteen, a half-step away from becoming a Martial King, and a once-in-a-thousand-years genius of Canglan City.
Three years later, he sat beside the woodshed in the backyard, chewing on a cold steamed bun as he listened to the commotion in the front courtyard. Today was the Lin family's junior-generation tournament. On this day three years ago, he had stood onstage to the cheers of the whole city. Today, no one even remembered to bring him a hot meal.
The people who once fawned over him now spat at him when they saw him. His fiancee's family, bound to him by an arranged marriage since childhood, had sent people to break off the engagement three times. His cousin Lin Hao, who used to call him "Brother Xuan," came by every day with a crowd to mock him.
Everyone said the same thing: Lin Xuan was finished.
Lin Xuan offered no explanation. He simply committed every name to memory.
Because he knew one thing: the night his cultivation collapsed, he had a dream. In it, a voice said, "Nine seals, nine heavens. The day the seals are broken, you will learn who you are."
He hadn't been crippled. He had been sealed.
That night, the old scar in his palm suddenly grew hot. Power sealed away for three years surged forth like a flood, smashing through its restraints. The first seal shattered.
At dawn the next day, Lin Xuan pushed open the broken wooden door to the backyard. Outside, Lin Hao was waiting with his men, ready to laugh at him.
Lin Xuan looked at him and smiled. "These past three years must have been hard on you."
The seals on his body, spiritual power, soul, and bloodline... One by one, the nine primordial seals shattered, and the dormant bloodline of the Supreme One, sleeping for countless ages, fully awakened.
You think he's a good-for-nothing? No. He's just been waiting.
From Canglan City to Zhongzhou, from the mortal world to all the heavens. Everyone who once trampled him will be hunted down, one by one.