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.

Golden light flooded the Ye Clan estate as midday flared, the rift igniting with a radiant hum that bathed the courtyard in a blinding glow. The air shimmered with heat and brilliance, the Radiant Dawn's boundless light of infinite power spilling forth, its qi a searing glory that scorched the earth and dazzled the eyes. Ye Hua shielded her face at the hall's edge, her patched cloak singed at the hem, her gray eyes squinting against the glare as the golden figure rose, its presence a sun threatening to erase their shadows. Ye Qing staggered from the gate, his spear raised as a shield, his gruff shout lost in the hum as he pulled Ye Jun and Ye Mei behind a cracked pillar, their small hands covering their eyes. Ye Chen crouched low near the western wall, his ward-stone dim against the light, his shrewd mind straining to see through the brilliance, while Ye Ling sprang from the gatehouse, her dagger a faint gleam, her braid whipping, her defiance a flicker in the radiant tide.


Chapter 60 - The Dawn’s Brilliance