Three years ago, I was the cultivation prodigy Qingyun Sect had not seen in a century, admired by all and destined for greatness.
Three years later, my dantian was shattered and my spiritual energy gone. I had become a good-for-nothing at the bottom of the sect, someone anyone could bully. My engagement was broken off, I was disgraced, and my fellow disciples trampled my dignity without a second thought.
The direct and collateral branches watched coldly from the sidelines. Former friends and family turned their backs on me, and my fiancée tore up our betrothal contract in public, declaring that a good-for-nothing like me was unworthy of standing beside her.
Everyone was waiting to see me shamefully driven from the sect, to watch me die destitute in some desolate mountain.
But no one knew that deep within my shattered dantian slept the undying Chaos True Dragon Seal, older than time itself.
I did not chase lucky breaks or take shortcuts. I simply cultivated in silence, tempering my body day after day and nourishing the Dragon Seal night after night.
Others mocked me for wasting my time. Servants bullied me for overestimating myself, and the elders discarded me like trash.
The day the Dragon Seal awakens, the good-for-nothing will shed his mortal shell, and the True Dragon will emerge.
With a lifted hand, I will shake the heavens and crush the gifted. With a wave, I will destroy my enemies. All who once bullied and humiliated me will kneel and bow their heads.
From then on, every sect beneath the heavens will bow, and the gods and demons of the nine heavens will give way. I will sweep across the universe and rule the eternal firmament alone!
