As Lin Tian stood beneath the broken heavens, the energy that surged within him began to settle—though only slightly. His mind reeled with the memory of the ancient altar, the betrayal, and the surge that tore through time itself.
Suddenly, a searing pain spread through his chest. A glowing brand emerged, pulsing with crimson and gold light. Lines of script—ancient, draconic—wove themselves around his heart and spread across his veins like fire.
"Initializing… Dragon Sovereign System."
A voice, cold and emotionless, echoed inside his mind. It was unlike any cultivation manual, any technique he'd encountered in his previous life. This was a system, something beyond the laws of this realm.
"Host recognized: Lin Tian.
Bloodline detected: Dragon Sovereign (dormant).
Synchronizing memory fragments… complete.
Binding soul and system… complete.
Unlocking first authority: Sovereign Insight."
Lin Tian clenched his fists as the wave of knowledge rushed into his brain—battle tactics, cultivation shortcuts, weaknesses of his former enemies—all laid bare.
"New Objective: Reclaim the Heavenly Dragon Throne.
Reward: Partial awakening of Dragon Bloodline (Stage 1).
Time Limit: None."
A smirk played on Lin Tian's lips.
"So this is the real game now…"
He glanced toward the ancestral mountain range in the distance—the seat of the Lin Clan's true power and the place where his downfall began.
"Lin Yue… Lin Xian… the clan that betrayed me… Just wait. This time, I won't just rise. I'll reign."
The wind stirred, carrying with it the faint roar of a dragon.