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.

The abyss hollow yawned beneath a sky devoured by shadow, its jagged walls cloaked in a darkness so profound it drank light, each crevice a pulse of absence that gnawed at the mind. Wisps of black mist coiled through the air, clinging to the skin with a cold that sapped warmth, their tendrils a silent vow of oblivion. The ground was slick, a mire of unseen sludge that sucked at the feet, whispering of surrender with every step. Beyond a rift where the hollow's core pulsed with obsidian void, a chasm seethed—a liquid darkness that radiated a force so vast it could swallow existence itself. The Shadow Abyss, the seventy-eighth force, had stirred, its boundless void of infinite power a silent vow to drown Lin Feng's spirit in darkness.


Chapter 116 - The Abyss’s Grasp