The Imperial Soul Awakens: My Family Betrayed Me for Fifteen Years

At sixteen, he was at the ninth level of the Bitter Sea Realm and the greatest genius in Qixia Commandery.

It all came to an abrupt end yesterday.

His father personally brought him poisoned tea, and his eldest brother used a dagger to cut out his Dao Pool.

He was dragged into the dungeon, his limbs shackled in iron.

Then his cousin arrived.

For fifteen years, she alone had never minded the three eyes on his forehead. She wiped his sweat, draped a coat over his shoulders, and kept him company through countless nights of ridicule.

He thought she was the only person in the world who cared about him.

She stood before him with a gentle smile. “I’m not your cousin. I’m Feng Xing’s daughter. My surname is Feng, and my name is Feng Zhuye. For fifteen years, I’ve been waiting for this day.”

All fifteen years of closeness had been a lie.

All fifteen years of care had been an act.

The man he had called father for fifteen years was the enemy who slaughtered his entire family.

The person he had believed was his one source of warmth was a spy his enemy had planted at his side.

Despairing of everything, he asked only for a quick death.

Then the third eye on his forehead, the one he had hated for sixteen years, burst into golden light and vanished.

Memories of countless lifetimes flooded into him. He had once been the Xuantian Emperor, attacked by the Ten Great Heavenly Emperors a million years ago and afflicted with a terrible blood curse. He had reincarnated countless times, losing his family in every life and mistaking his enemies for his family.

Now, at last, the Emperor’s soul had awakened.

He wiped the blood and tears from the corner of his eye and murmured, “Feng Xing, my revenge begins with you.”