The Spirit Root I Raised Is a Primordial Great Power

On the night her family was raided and confiscated, Lu Shi'an, the greatest literary genius under heaven, had his literary heart shattered and was tossed into the prince's manor like a dead dog, to bring good fortune through marriage.

Everyone laughed at the princess consort for marrying a good-for-nothing son-in-law who could barely even hold a brush.

No one knew that inside his broken dantian lay a Primordial Chaos Divine Tree, dormant for ten thousand years.

That night, in a secluded courtyard of the prince's manor, two terrifying phantoms quietly knelt before his bed:

"Word-Dao Divine Power, 'Word Spirit,' pays respects to its master."

"The Ultimate Path of Slaughter, 'Sword Tide,' awaits your command to cleave the heavens."

Lu Shi'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up coldly:

"Don't rush to slaughter everyone in the capital. Tonight, I have to go ruin my mother-in-law's birthday banquet first."