A Battle For Nirvana Deity - “The Boy Who Lost Everything”.

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Saga - 1st → Initiate To Immortal First.

Volume - 1st →"Truth of the Last Heir."

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Cold wind howled across the endless snowfields.

A lone boy staggered forward.

His white robes were torn.

Blood stained his sleeves.

Every breath burned his lungs.

Every step felt heavier than the last.

Yet he refused to stop.

His name was Lin Shuan [林栓].

Fourteen years old.

The young master of the Lin Clan.

Or at least...

He used to be.

Behind him, countless mountains stretched beneath a gray sky.

Ahead—

A city stood at the edge of the frozen world.

His home.

Myriad Frost City.

A faint smile appeared on Lin Shuan's pale face.

"Just a little farther..."

"I'll be home soon."

But for some reason—

His heart felt uneasy.

As if something terrible had happened.

As if the world itself was warning him.

Suddenly—

A sharp pain exploded inside his forehead.

"Ugh!"

Lin Shuan nearly fell to his knees.

Beneath his skin—

An ancient seal flickered.

A mysterious mark hidden on his forehead.

A mark that had haunted him for four years.

A mark that had stolen his future.

Once—

Lin Shuan had been called a genius.

The pride of the Lin Clan.

The future patriarch.

But after the seal appeared...

Everything changed.

His cultivation stopped.

No matter how hard he trained—

No matter how many treasures were used—

His realm never advanced.

For four years.

He remained trapped at the Luo Initiate Rank.

A joke.

A disappointment.

A disgrace.

Many people mocked him.

Many abandoned him.

Yet one person never did.

A girl with a bright smile.

A girl who always believed in him.

Lin Yun.

The thought of her brought warmth to his frozen heart.

Then—

The wind changed.

A killing intent suddenly swept through the snowfield.

Lin Shuan's expression hardened.

He slowly turned around.

Several figures stood in the distance.

Black robes.

Cold eyes.

Silent faces.

Their presence alone made the surrounding air feel heavy.

Lin Shuan immediately recognized the symbol on their robes.

A dragon.

His pupils contracted.

"Yu Long Sect..."

The men stopped several meters away.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Yet the killing intent in their eyes was obvious.

Lin Shuan's heart sank.

Why would Yu Long Sect experts be here?

Why were they following him?

And more importantly—

Why did they want him dead?

One of the warriors stepped forward.

"You've run long enough."

Lin Shuan clenched his fists.

His cultivation was weak.

His chances of survival were almost nonexistent.

But surrender?

That was never an option.

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

"So this is how it ends?"

The warriors laughed.

"A trash like you should have died years ago."

"Four years without progress."

"What a joke."

"Kill him."

The moment those words fell—

The warriors attacked.

Snow exploded beneath their feet.

Their blades flashed toward Lin Shuan's neck.

Death arrived instantly.

Yet at that exact moment—

The world froze.

The wind stopped.

The snow halted in midair.

Everything became silent.

The ancient seal on Lin Shuan's forehead suddenly began to glow.

Once.

Twice.

Then—

BOOOOOOM!!

A terrifying shockwave erupted.

The earth shattered.

Countless cracks spread across the frozen ground.

A storm of icy energy exploded outward.

The temperature dropped instantly.

Everything turned white.

Trees.

Rocks.

Snow.

Even the attacking warriors.

Within seconds—

They became ice statues.

Frozen forever.

Silence returned.

Lin Shuan stood motionless.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

He looked at his trembling hands.

"What..."

"What just happened?"

No one answered.

Only the faint glow on his forehead slowly faded.

A few days later—

Lin Shuan finally arrived at Myriad Frost City.

The moment he saw it—

His body froze.

The city was burning.

Smoke filled the sky.

Countless buildings had collapsed.

The once-proud city had become ruins.

Lin Shuan stared blankly.

His mind refused to accept reality.

"No..."

He sprinted forward.

Faster.

Soon—

He reached the city gates.

The massive stone entrance still stood.

But barely.

The name of the Lin Clan carved upon it had been split apart.

Blood covered the ground.

Broken weapons lay everywhere.

Sword marks scarred every wall.

Yet there was no battle.

No voices.

No survivors.

Only death.

Lin Shuan's breathing became uneven.

His hands began to shake.

"No..."

"This can't be real..."

He rushed inside.

Everywhere he looked—

Bodies.

Ruins.

Blood.

The proud Lin Clan had vanished.

Completely.

His vision blurred.

His heart felt as though it was being crushed.

Then—

He ran toward his home.

And stopped.

Everything was gone.

Only ashes remained.

At the center stood a massive crater.

A terrifying scar left by overwhelming power.

Lin Shuan slowly walked forward.

His footsteps felt hollow.

Then—

He saw it.

A pendant.

Half-buried beneath the ashes.

His hands trembled as he picked it up.

The moment he recognized it—

His entire body shook.

"Mother..."

It belonged to his mother.

The pendant she never removed.

The pendant she treasured more than anything.

Now it was all that remained.

Lin Shuan fell to his knees.

"MOM!!"

His scream echoed through the ruined city.

No answer came.

Only silence.

A silence that felt colder than death itself.

Time passed.

Lin Shuan wandered through the ruins like a lost soul.

Then—

He found another object.

A jade bracelet.

Small.

Delicate.

Familiar.

The moment he saw it—

A smiling face appeared in his mind.

Lin Yun.

The only person who had never abandoned him.

The only person who always stood beside him.

His fingers tightened around the bracelet.

Tears silently fell.

Then—

The tears stopped.

Slowly.

Lin Shuan rose to his feet.

His eyes had changed.

The grief remained.

But something else had been born.

Hatred.

Cold hatred.

The kind that never fades.

The kind that lasts forever.

He looked toward the sky.

His voice was low.

Yet every word carried absolute determination.

"Yu Long Sect..."

"If you are responsible for this..."

His fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped from his palms.

"Then I swear..."

"I will destroy every last one of you."

A burst of icy energy exploded from his body.

For a brief moment—

The surrounding ruins froze.

Then the power disappeared again.

Lin Shuan touched the seal on his forehead.

His expression darkened.

"My cultivation is still sealed."

"I'm still weak."

"But..."

His eyes narrowed.

A memory surfaced.

A golden figure.

A mysterious existence he had encountered long ago.

It had told him something.

There was a way.

A path to break the seal.

A path to become strong.

Lin Shuan slowly turned eastward.

Toward a forbidden land feared throughout the empire.

The Eastern Ancient Forest.

Without another word—

He began walking.

Leaving behind the ashes of his past.

Leaving behind the graveyard of his clan.

Leaving behind the life he once knew.

Ahead awaited danger.

Ahead awaited bloodshed.

Ahead awaited destiny.

And hidden within the shadows of the ruins—

A dark figure silently watched him depart.

A faint laugh escaped his lips.

"Destroy Yu Long Sect?"

"Interesting."

His body dissolved into black liquid.

At the same time—

Far beyond the horizon—

A girl dressed in crimson robes stood atop a snowy peak.

Her eyes followed the departing boy.

A trace of sadness flashed within them.

"I knew you survived..."

The wind blew.

Her red robes danced in the air.

A small smile appeared on her face.

"Become stronger, Lin Shuan."

"Much stronger."

The next moment—

She vanished.

And thus—

The story of the last heir of the Lin Clan truly began.28Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2C9yYqxTKy

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