《Dragonblade Divinity》 Start North of Cangzhou, Phoenix Fall City - Feng Clan In a damp and dim wooden hut, Feng Wuchen struggled to awaken on his bed. After assimilating fragments of unfamiliar memories, he clutched his throbbing head and muttered: "Spirit Martial Realm? A lower-tier dimension? Yet surviving soul-rebirth after self-detonation is divine fortune. Yao Ji! Han Xiang! Since Heaven spares me, your lives end when I reclaim the Supreme Profound Celestial Realm!" Speaking those names ignited volcanic rage within him. In his past life, Feng Wuchen of the Supreme Profound Celestial Realm had reached the Heavenly Sovereign Peak before age two hundred, hailed as the realm''s foremost prodigy. With another century, he might have shattered records to become its youngest Celestial Emperor. Recently, the ancient legacy - Dragon Abyss - emerged. Alongside sworn brother Han Xiang and lover Yao Ji, he fought through bloodshed to claim it. Yet at the pivotal moment, betrayal struck. Their joint ambush left him mortally wounded. Refusing surrender, he detonated his cultivation in a kamikaze blaze. Death seemed certain... until rebirth. As Feng Wuchen steadied his breathing to adapt to this feeble new vessel¡ª "Please... don''t take my Frost Essence! It''s all Mother left me¡ª" A girl''s desperate plea tore through the courtyard. Gruff voices answered: This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. "Let go, brat! Still dreaming your waste-of-space brother''s the heir?" "Listen well¡ªYoung Master Feng Mo awakened a Heavenly-grade Fire Vein! When the Patriarch emerges, he''ll be the new heir!" "You? The elders decreed you''ll wed the Lin Clan''s halfwit! Hah!" Feng Wuchen staggered outside to see a plump and lean servant yanking a twelve-year-old girl''s hair. Though tears streamed down her face, she clung desperately to a jade pendant at her chest. "Give it here, bitch!" The fat servant raised a meaty fist aimed at her skull. **CRUNCH!** A shadow intercepted¡ªFeng Wuchen''s palm halted the strike like iron. "You...!" The fat servant paled, recognizing the "cripple" they''d mocked. His sneer returned: "Not dead yet? Let''s fix that¡ª" Before he finished, Feng Wuchen''s fist cratered his gut. **THUD!** The obese body smashed into stone walls, spewing blood. The thin servant froze¡ªhow could this year-long cripple possess such strength? Examining his fist, Feng Wuchen frowned: "Pathetic vessel. A full-force strike couldn''t kill a mere Body Tempering ant?" The thin servant stammered: "W-we serve Young Master Feng Xi¡ª" "Feng Xi? Feng Mo''s lapdog?" "How dare y¡ª" **CRACK!** A spinning kick shattered the servant''s teeth. "Three breaths to vanish. Or die." "One!" "You''ll regret this!" Both servants fled, threats trailing behind. **Cough!** Feng Wuchen swayed, complexion ghostly. "Brother!" The girl steadied him, tears cascading. "To the hut¡ªnow!" Inside, a soul-crushing truth emerged¡ªthis body lacked Spiritual Veins. No veins, no cultivation. Even retrieving his stolen Heavenly Thunder Vein would be futile¡ªthe foundation was ruined. "Am I doomed to waste this rebirth?" Desperation choked him. Suddenly¡ª **BOOM!** Primordial energy erupted within. Agony spiked as vision darkened... When sight returned, he floated in void space, drenched in blood. Behind, war cries echoed: "Feng Wuchen! Surrender the Dragon Abyss Legacy!" This scene¡ªthe exact moment after seizing the legacy, fleeing millions of pursuers. "Am I still in Supreme Profound Realm? Was rebirth an illusion?" **SHING!** A blade''s chill kissed his brow. Yao Ji''s venomous face loomed, sword tip three inches from piercing his skull. **Not a dream.** "Yao Ji! Treacherous witch! DIE!" Feng Wuchen roared, struggling wildly. Yet his body refused obedience as death approached¡ª Dragon Abyss As the blade pierced his brow once more, excruciating pain erupted in Feng Wuchen''s consciousness. When his vision cleared, the scene had transformed entirely. He found himself adrift in primordial chaos. At its heart loomed a colossal structure¡ªa nine-tiered obsidian tower shaped like a sword thrusting toward the heavens. Thick chains, each wider than a barrel, bound all but the first level. Even from this distance, malevolent energy radiating from the tower made his soul tremble. "Dragon Abyss..." Feng Wuchen whispered, recognizing the very artifact that had triggered Yao Ji and Han Xiang''s betrayal. The tower''s presence now felt disturbingly intimate, as if it were an extension of his being. Pieces clicked into place¡ª"So when I self-detonated, you absorbed the energy to preserve my soul. Clever..." **CLANG!** Chains on the second level began rattling violently. Memories flooded back¡ªthe first unshackling had unleashed a sword-crazed madman who slaughtered countless Heavenly Sovereigns. Was this tower a prison for such monsters? Before panic could take root, the chaos coalesced into a cloaked figure. The man''s face hid beneath greasy black hair, yet his voice boomed with authority: **"Back to your cage!"** The chains stilled instantly. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. "Who... What are you?" Feng Wuchen demanded. The figure ignored him. **"Since Dragon Abyss chose you, you''re worthy to inherit my legacy¡ªthe path of the ultimate swordsman."** "Legacy? Swordsmanship?" Feng Wuchen''s pulse quickened. Swords were the supreme weapons across all realms¡ªno wonder he''d been betrayed for this power. **"Kneel and receive your destiny!"** Crushing pressure forced him downward. Yet Feng Wuchen stood unbowed, eyes blazing. **"The only ones who ever made me kneel are dead. Not even gods command my submission¡ªlet alone a fading specter!"** The pressure intensified. **"A cripple with shattered veins dares defiance? Only I can rebuild your cultivation!"** "Rebuild my veins?" Feng Wuchen laughed bitterly. **"Nothing comes free. Why did Dragon Abyss bind itself to me?"** The pressure vanished. The figure''s lips twitched approvingly. **"Pride worthy of a prodigy. See that tower? Make it your Spiritual Veins, and even Divine-grade veins will pale in comparison."** "Using a prison-tower as veins? Preposterous!" Yet temptation stirred. With power surpassing his Heavenly Sovereign prime, he could exact vengeance... **"Enter and conquer Blazing Sun¡ªthe first sword. Survive its refinement, and Dragon Abyss becomes your foundation."** The figure gestured to the tower''s gaping maw. **"Fair warning¡ªit''ll feel like being skinned alive."** Without hesitation, Feng Wuchen strode inside. The first chamber held only a floating crimson blade. As he grasped its hilt, scorching runes seared into his mind¡ª**¡¶Art of Heaven-Slaying Swords¡·**. **BOOM!** The tower shuddered, then plunged into his dantian. The sword erupted like wildfire, charring his meridians. "ARRGH!" His scream echoed as the cloaked man''s voice returned: **"Merge with Dragon Abyss¡ªor die. I''ll grant minimal aid. Remember: Each tower level holds a sword and its murderous master. Three years until the next seal breaks. Either dominate its sword... or be slaughtered."** Agony cycled between consciousness and oblivion. Memories fused¡ªLin Wan''s sneering face materialized: **"Did you truly think I''d love a parentless mongrel? Your veins served their purpose¡ªmaking me a dual-vein prodigy. Rot here as the cripple you are!"** "LIN WAN! I''LL DESTROY YOU ALL!" His vow pierced the torment. When consciousness finally stabilized, the figure''s fading voice whispered: **"You''ve survived... Barely. Nurture Blazing Sun through battle and bloodshed. Grow stronger before the next seal breaks... or perish."** Qi Manifestation Realm **Scene 1: Celestial Phenomenon Over Phoenix Fall** Unbeknownst to Feng Wuchen still trapped in the void, the mortal realm had descended into chaos. As dusk painted the sky, seven-colored auroras cascaded over the Feng Estate, accompanied by dragon-like roars that shook the city. Crowds gathered in the streets, pointing at the celestial display. "By the gods! A Divine Auspice!" exclaimed an elderly merchant, trembling. "Either a supreme genius has awakened... or a demon walks among us!" Within the Feng compound, every elder and disciple knelt beneath the shimmering lights. A figure materialized midair¡ªFeng Changgeng, the Family Patriarch, his presence crackling with restrained power. "Who triggered this omen?" His voice resonated like temple bells. The crowd exchanged glances. Second Elder Feng Changyun pushed forward, triumph etched on his face: "Patriarch! My son Feng Mo broke through to the **Qi Manifestation Realm** an hour past!" Gasps rippled through the courtyard. Qi Manifestation¡ªa realm most elders spent lifetimes achieving, yet the nineteen-year-old Feng Mo had conquered it. "Impossible..." muttered a scarred warrior, though his protest drowned in the rising cheers. If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Feng Changgeng''s gaze swept the crowd. "Any other breakthroughs today?" Silence answered him. "Then Feng Mo is clearly Heaven''s Chosen. By my decree, he replaces Feng Wuchen as Family Heir!" As chants of "Long live the Patriarch!" echoed, none noticed faint crimson tendrils writhing within the auroras¡ªa detail more fitting for a demonic awakening than divine blessing. --- #### **Scene 2: Rebirth of the Abyss'' Chosen** Feng Wuchen''s eyes snapped open. **Innate Realm First Layer**¡ªthe energy coursing through his meridians confirmed it wasn''t a dream. With a thought, the Blazing Sun Sword materialized, its warmth whispering promises of carnage. Memories flooded him¡ªthe mad swordsman''s techniques now etched into his soul. A single slash could split mountains. A stab could pierce immortal flesh. This was no mere sword art; it was **genocide codified into motion**. The door creaked open. Feng Ning hurled herself into his arms, tears streaking her dirt-smudged face. "You kept screaming about towers and fire... I thought you''d die like Mother!" Her words triggered a visceral memory¡ªanother girl''s lifeless body in his arms, rain washing blood into rivers. *"I won''t fail again,"* he vowed silently, fingers brushing Feng Ning''s cheek. "I''ll protect you. Always." --- #### **Scene 3: The Pact Forged in Hunger** At dinner, Feng Ning placed their lone meat slice into his bowl. Her stomach growled louder than the Blazing Sun''s whispers. "Stay here tonight," Feng Wuchen rose, cloak swirling. "I''ll bring back a feast." "Don''t go!" She clutched his sleeve, phantom bloodstains from last year''s betrayal flashing in her eyes. He kissed her forehead. "For us." --- #### **Scene 4: Baptism in Monster''s Blood** Beyond Phoenix Fall''s walls stretched the **Bonefang Mountains**¡ªa graveyard for foolish hunters and nursery for nightmares. Feng Wuchen''s boots crunched through frost-rimed ferns, the Blazing Sun Sword pulsing like a second heartbeat. A bestial roar shook the trees. Twin crimson eyes emerged¡ªa **Shadowfang Lynx**, its claws capable of shredding steel. Perfect prey. The beast lunged. Feng Wuchen didn''t dodge. **"First Form: Heaven''s Guillotine."** Crimson light bisected darkness. The lynx''s corpse thudded to the ground, severed clean at the midsection. Warm blood steamed in the moonlight as the sword hummed, demanding more. "Patience," Feng Wuchen wiped his blade. "This is just the beginning." Blade of Carnage **Scene 1: Baptism of Blood** At the **Innate Realm**, spiritual energy coursed through Feng Wuchen''s veins, amplifying his physical prowess. The Bonefang Mountains'' terrain blurred beneath his enhanced speed. When rustling foliage betrayed an ambush, his sword arm moved instinctively¡ª**CRUNCH!** A gray wolf''s head tumbled, its carcass bisected by crimson light. "First-tier vermin." He flicked blood from his blade. True enlightenment required life-or-death stakes. Deeper into the woods he pressed. --- #### **Scene 2: Dance with Death** Dawn painted the sky crimson as Feng Wuchen faced his true test¡ªa two-ton **Obsidian Ursa**. "Feast for a month if I slay you," he taunted, dodging claws that cratered stone. The beast roared, swiping with bone-shattering force. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. **THUD!** Feng Wuchen slammed into an oak, ribs screaming. Yet he grinned¡ªpain was the forge, battle the hammer. The ursa charged again. This time, Feng Wuchen didn''t evade. **"First Form: Severing Eternity."** Black fur parted like mist. The monster collapsed, its heart impaled by a blade glowing like captured sunlight. --- #### **Scene 3: Epiphany in Steel** As spiritual energy surged into his dantian, dual breakthroughs shook his core¡ª**Innate Realm Layer 2 ¡ú Layer 4**. "Faster... Stronger..." He marveled at his palm. The mad swordsman''s techniques weren''t mere moves¡ªthey were **philosophies of annihilation**. A presence shattered his reverie. "Impressive swordsmanship... Feng Mo." The voice belonged to a silver-haired woman whose beauty rivaled winter''s first frost. Her azure sword hummed with restrained violence. "Wrong man," Feng Wuchen hoisted his kill. "Liar." Her blade flashed¡ª**Intent Realm Perfected!** --- #### **Scene 4: Crescendo of Carnage** CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Ten exchanges blurred into a metallic storm. Though Feng Wuchen''s realm lagged, his sword danced with primal ferocity. "Yield!" The woman¡ª**Yue Qingyin**¡ªleaped, blade descending like glacial lightning. Death whispered. Then¡ªlaughter. **Mad laughter.** Feng Wuchen''s eyes blackened. Instead of retreating, he lunged¡ª**Second Form: Godslayer''s Gambit**. The Blazing Sun Sword kissed her throat as her qi erupted, hurling him across the clearing. "**Golden Body Realm...**" He spat blood, grinning. "Still lost in swordplay." --- #### **Scene 5: Omen of Betrayal** Returning to Phoenix Fall City, crimson lanterns mocked him. "Lin Clan''s idiot weds today¡ªthe cripple''s sister!" **BOOM!** The ursa carcass hit cobblestones as Feng Wuchen vanished in a tempest of killing intent. Bloodline Extinction Protocol **Scene 1: Crimson Wedding** The Lin Clan compound reverberated with morbid festivities. Lin Yang, the drooling idiot heir, tore through the bridal sedan''s curtains like a rabid beast. "Wifey... now!" Before the horrified crowd, he dragged out Feng Ning by her hair. The girl''s teeth sank into his wrist¡ª**SNAP!** "Bitch!" Lin Yang''s fist arced toward her skull. **SHING!** A scarlet blade severed air and flesh. Lin Yang''s head soared, painting wedding lanterns crimson. "Anyone touches my sister..." Feng Wuchen cradled the trembling girl, Blazing Sun Sword dripping gore. "...dies slower than this pig." Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. --- #### **Scene 2: Feast of Vengeance** Lin Yi, patriarch and architect of Feng Wuchen''s ruin, charged forth. "Kill the cripp¡ª" **CLANG!** Steel screamed as Feng Wuchen bisected three Body Tempering guards. Their heads rolled beneath banquet tables, silencing flutes and screams alike. "**Innate Realm trash.**" He kicked a twitching corpse. "Where''s your arrogance now, Old Dog Lin?" --- #### **Scene 3: Dance of Carnage** Golden Body Realm aura erupted as Lin Yi unleashed **Hundred Fist Annihilation**¡ªa martial art capable of pulverizing stone. Feng Wuchen''s blade met fist-qi. The impact cratered marble tiles. "Your swordplay ends here, cripple!" "**Wrong.**" Madness flickered in Feng Wuchen''s eyes. **"First Form: Severing Eternity!"** Blazing Sun pierced the golden aura, carving toward Lin Yi''s throat. **CRACK!** The patriarch''s defensive qi shattered like glass. --- #### **Scene 4: Ascension Through Carnage** "Impossible! Sword Intent shouldn''t..." Lin Yi''s protest drowned in blood gurgling from his slit windpipe. As the patriarch collapsed, Feng Wuchen''s dantian quaked¡ª**Innate Realm Layer 5** breakthrough. "Next." He turned toward fleeing Lin clansmen. --- #### **Scene 5: Legacy of Ruin** When the slaughter ceased, only whimpering servants remained. Feng Wuchen sheathed his blade, Feng Ning clinging to his back like a traumatized wraith. Deep within the compound, ancient qi stirred. Lin Cang, the true Lin patriarch, emerged from decades-long seclusion. "**Feng Clan... WILL BURN!**" His roar shook the bloodstained banners. Feng Wuchens Inferno Feng Wuchen¡¯s blood ran cold as he felt Feng Ning¡¯s body scorching against his back. Her breathing had stopped. ¡°Ning¡¯er?!¡± He lowered her to the ground. Her face burned crimson, skin radiating furnace-like heat. **Phoenix Inferno Constitution.** The rare, cursed gift that made her a fire spirit prodigy¡ªand a ticking time bomb without the Frost Essence to balance her flames. Her pendant was gone. ¡°Where is it?!¡± His voice cracked. Feng Ning¡¯s eyelids fluttered. ¡°Don¡¯t¡­ risk it¡­ for me¡­¡± Her whisper shattered him. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Memories exploded¡ªthe servants stealing her Frost Essence, the rushed marriage plot. All orchestrated by **Feng Xi**, the venomous cousin who¡¯d tormented them for years. **Rage ignited.** --- **Feng Family Compound** Feng Xi lounged in his courtyard, smirking as Feng Wuchen stormed in. ¡°Here to beg, cripple? Your sister¡¯s probably dead by¡ª¡± **CRACK!** Feng Wuchen¡¯s fist shattered Feng Xi¡¯s wrist before he finished speaking. Bones jutted through flesh as the noble screeched. ¡°The Frost Essence. **Now.**¡± ¡°Y-you dare¡ª¡± **THUD!** A kick pulverized Feng Xi¡¯s dantian. Ribs snapped under Feng Wuchen¡¯s boot as he rifled through the whimpering man¡¯s robes. **There.** The Frost Essence glowed faintly beneath bloodstains. ¡°**Filth.**¡± Feng Wuchen spat, tucking the pendant safely away. ¡°**MY SON!**¡± Feng Changyi, Feng Xi¡¯s father and a **Qi Manifestation Realm** expert, lunged with murderous aura. **Too slow.** The Blazing Sun Sword flashed. **SHING!** Feng Changyi¡¯s head toppled, eyes frozen in disbelief. Around them, servants vomited or fled. ¡°**Sword¡­ Cultivator¡­**¡± The patriarch gurgled his last words. --- **Meanwhile, in the Main Hall** Yue Qingyin sipped tea, unimpressed. Across from her, Feng Mo¡ªthe ¡°heaven-blessed genius¡±¡ªflinched as her sword intent brushed his throat. ¡°Weak.¡± She scoffed. ¡°A peacock, not a phoenix.¡± Feng Changyun, Feng Mo¡¯s father, paled. ¡°B-but his Heavenly Fire Vein¡ª¡± ¡°**Worthless** without battle instinct.¡± She rose, sensing distant chaos. ¡°Your so-called prodigy wouldn¡¯t last three breaths against a real swordsman.¡± As if on cue, screams echoed from the eastern wing.