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.

A fierce snarl tore through the Ye Clan estate as midnight loomed, the rift erupting with a crimson wildness that lashed the air into a chaotic storm. The wind howled with the Wild Tempest's boundless fury of infinite power, its qi a raging tempest that uprooted trees and battered the courtyard's walls with relentless force. Ye Hua clung to the hall's doorway, her patched cloak shredded by the gusts, her gray eyes wide as the crimson figure surged forth, its presence a hurricane threatening to rip their world apart. Ye Qing burst from the gatehouse, his spear gripped tight, his gruff shout swallowed by the roar as he shoved Ye Jun and Ye Mei behind a toppled cart, their small bodies bracing against the wind. Ye Chen stood firm on the eastern rooftop, his ward-stone flickering, his shrewd mind racing to counter the storm's wrath, while Ye Ling leapt from the barracks, her dagger slashing the air, her braid whipping wildly, her defiance a spark in the crimson chaos.


Chapter 62 - The Tempest’s Fury