Revenge of the Celestial Sovereign

Thousands of years ago, a catastrophic battle between seven Sacred Humans and seven Celestial Knights shattered the East Continent, birthing three new landmasses and a thousand islands. Now, in the wild depths of Konglong Island, a young boy named Zhou Fu is being forged into an unparalleled warrior by his enigmatic grandfather, Li Xian. But their secluded life is threatened when the remnants of that ancient conflict stir, forcing them into a world teeming with hidden powers, secret organizations, and truths far grander—and more dangerous—than Zhou Fu can imagine. Will his raw strength be enough to navigate a world that wants him dead, or will the shadows of the past consume him and everything he holds dear?

Revenge of the Celestial Sovereign

Thousands of years ago, a catastrophic battle between seven Sacred Humans and seven Celestial Knights shattered the East Continent, birthing three new landmasses and a thousand islands. Now, in the wild depths of Konglong Island, a young boy named Zhou Fu is being forged into an unparalleled warrior by his enigmatic grandfather, Li Xian. But their secluded life is threatened when the remnants of that ancient conflict stir, forcing them into a world teeming with hidden powers, secret organizations, and truths far grander—and more dangerous—than Zhou Fu can imagine. Will his raw strength be enough to navigate a world that wants him dead, or will the shadows of the past consume him and everything he holds dear?

The biting wind whipped around Zhou Fu, stinging his eyes and carrying the metallic tang of the sea. Below him, the makeshift raft bobbed precariously on the restless waves, a fragile speck in the vast, unforgiving ocean.

"Just hold on for three days! Don't fall asleep! Don't get tired! You must be strong, at least until we find the nearest island," his grandfather, Li Xian, had commanded, his voice a gruff rumble over the roar of the wind. Li Xian, a wiry silhouette against the angry sky, battled the elements, his aged hands gripping the raft's rigging, muscles straining against the ocean's might.

Zhou Fu lay prone, his small body pressed against the rough wood, seawater occasionally splashing over his face. He coughed, spitting out the salty liquid. "If I just do this, who will hit the enemy if an enemy approaches?" he muttered, turning his head to avoid another cold spray. The thought of an enemy, a challenge, still sparked a thrill despite the fatigue gnawing at his bones.

"Before you hit the enemy, you were already flying in the wind, then, your body will fall into the sea and the big fish will scramble to cut you off with their teeth!" Li Xian retorted, his voice sharp, brooking no argument.

Zhou Fu fell silent, imagining the gruesome fate. He was six, almost seven, and had already faced beasts far larger than himself, but the ocean was a different kind of monster. He tightened his grip on the rigging, his small hands aching. The island, Konglong, was now a distant memory, replaced by the endless expanse of churning water and the looming threat of the unknown. They were running, again. He didn't know why, only that his grandfather said it was necessary. And when his grandfather said something was necessary, it simply was.