World Introduction:
In the vast cultivation world of Tianxuan Realm, power determines everything—status, survival, and even love. The realm is divided into four main regions:
North – Snow-covered lands, ancient clans, and deep-rooted traditions.
South – Wild jungles, spirit beasts, and alchemical sects.
East – Prosperous empires, bustling cities, and spiritual harmony.
West – Barren lands, forbidden zones, and demonic cultivators.
Above all lies the Mainland, where the nine supreme sects reign and only the truly gifted dare to step foot. It is the dream of every cultivator.
But in the snowy North, within the once-glorious Feng Clan, lived a boy whose fate defied all expectations.
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Feng Clan – North's Sleeping Dragon:
The Feng Clan had been a powerhouse for centuries, but recent generations had grown weak. Internal strife, declining talent, and pressure from rival clans chipped away at their glory.
In the inner courtyard of the Feng estate, a sixteen-year-old boy knelt, blood dripping from his mouth.
Feng Chan, the sole direct heir of the main bloodline, had just failed the clan's most important test: awakening his spiritual root.
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"No spiritual root… again?"
The elders shook their heads. Whispers of disappointment surrounded him.
> "Three years in a row."
"Hopeless."
"Why is the heir so useless?"
His father, Feng Huanyu, the clan leader, stood silent, his eyes cold but complex.
His mother, Luo Yanyan, a gentle woman once known as the Snow Empress, looked away, hiding her tears.
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The Break – Ning Xue's Cold Goodbye:
Later that night, Feng Chan stood outside the ancestral hall, clutching a jade pendant—the token of his engagement to Ning Xue, daughter of the Cloud Mist Sect's Grand Elder.
She arrived with her entourage, clad in pale blue robes, her expression distant.
> "Feng Chan," she said without a trace of emotion.
"You and I are not meant to be. Without talent, you're not worthy of me. Our engagement ends today."
He froze.
> "I… I'll prove myself."
"You've said that for years," she replied. "But the world doesn't wait for the weak."
With a flick of her sleeve, she tossed the jade pendant at his feet and turned away, disappearing into the snowstorm.
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The Fire Ignites:
That night, Feng Chan knelt before his ancestors. Snow fell endlessly as his body trembled—not from the cold, but rage.
> "You think I'm useless…?" "You mock me…?" "Fine. I swear—if I don't stand at the peak… I'll die trying!"
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The Departure:
The next morning, he left.
No farewells. No tearful goodbyes.
He vanished from the Northern lands, leaving his clan, his family, and his broken heart behind. The world would forget him—but he would return.
And when he did… he'd shake the heavens.