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I'm a Young Master, so what?

"My Fate, My Hands, The Heavenly Dao will not squeeze me down a pathetic path to my doom." Long Wei, the young master and crown prince of the Imperial Haven Empire, faces a challenging path to greatness. Despite being blessed with incredible talents like the Void Dragon-Phoenix God bloodline, Eternal Void Meridians, Transcendent Dao Physique, and Heaven Shrouding Eyes, he finds himself at odds with the Heavenly Dao. It feels as though fate is mocking him. As Long Wei strives to reach the top, he encounters adversaries who rise from obscurity, armed with unimaginable artifacts and abilities that rival his own. Enemies, hailing from the future aim to thwart his plans and bring about his downfall. System Wielders seek to exploit his talents for their own gains, while Transmigrators are determined to put an end to him. Additionally, he must confront his own set of enemies and ancient monsters who covet his talents to advance their own cultivation. To achieve godhood, Long Wei must delve deep within himself and face perilous battles, intricate schemes, and mysterious secrets that trace back to the ancient Chaos Era—the very beginning of the Myriad Realms. His success depends solely on his own determination, as the Heavens have turned their back on him. Will Long Wei overcome the dangers that lie ahead, or will he succumb to the doom that awaits him?.

Unholy_Dragon_God · Eastern
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115 Chs

Spectral Haven Sutra

Long Wei sat on the bed of his abode for the next few months, possibly years. He rubbed his eyes and sighed, feeling the mental exhaustion of the events of the past two days. Senior Sister Mei had left him to his own devices more than four hours ago, and he didn't mind.

Just as he thought, his abode was a large pagoda nestled deep within the ridges of one of the mountains east of Mount Spectral.

His place was constructed near a slew of other Inner Disciple abodes in a large compound that spread from one side of the mountain to the next. A giant nameplate pulsing golden light was erected at the gates of the compound: Spectral Paradise.

When they flew to his new home, Long Wei noticed a few other compounds littered across a few mountains east of Mount Spectral.

Each of those compounds had their own names at the entrances as well.

Long Wei rose from his bed and walked to a mahogany desk nestled at the leftmost corner of his bedroom.