He was once the Martial God of Ten Thousand Realms, a legend who shattered heavens with a single strike. But betrayal sealed his divine soul into the frail body of Lin Feng—a scorned, beaten son-in-law of a crumbling clan. Mocked as trash, humiliated by his wife’s family, and cast aside like a broken tool, he endured it all with a smile. Why? Because beneath his ragged exterior burns the heart of a god, waiting to unleash chaos on a world that forgot his name.

Divorced and discarded, Lin Feng walks away from the Lin Clan’s sneers, his steps leading him to the downtrodden Ye Clan—a family of outcasts clinging to survival. They see a wanderer. He sees a canvas. With cunning sharper than any blade and secrets deeper than the abyss, he begins to mold them in the shadows, turning weaklings into warriors, paupers into kings. Every insult fuels his resolve. Every enemy becomes a stepping stone.

But the seal on his power is cracking. Ancient foes sense the tremor of a god’s return. Arrogant young masters, ruthless sects, and even the heavens themselves will tremble when the Shadow Patriarch rises. From a forgotten village to the celestial thrones, Lin Feng—Zhan Tian—will carve his name in blood and fire, proving one truth: those who scorned him will kneel, and those who dared to challenge him will break.

Cultivation? Unmatched. Revenge? Ruthless. Destiny? His to rewrite. The world thought it buried a nobody. It awoke a nightmare.

Dust swirled through the Ye Clan estate as dawn broke, the ground trembling under a deep thud that echoed from the rift, heralding the arrival of the Heavy Titan. The air grew dense, pressing down with a bronze heaviness of infinite power, its qi a crushing weight that bent the trees and cracked the stones of the courtyard. Ye Hua emerged from the hall, her patched cloak dragging in the dust, her gray eyes narrowing as the bronze figure loomed, its presence a mountain threatening to flatten all they'd fought for. Ye Qing charged from the barracks, his spear gripped tight, his gruff yell cutting through the tremor as he shoved Ye Jun and Ye Mei behind a crumbling wall, their small frames huddling against the shaking earth. Ye Chen stood atop the gatehouse, his ward-stone clenched, his shrewd mind calculating as the weight settled, while Ye Ling leapt from a rooftop, her dagger flashing, her braid taut, her defiance a spark against the oppressive force.


Chapter 59 - The Titan’s Weight