Fantasy

In the world of Verandis, cultivation, bloodline, and Spirit Root determine one's fate. And Verth, the source of all power…seemed to hate Emperal specifically.
    Born with the lowest-tier Spirit Root, he was made to witness the world's ugliness from birth. But unlike those who drowned in despair, he was different. With iron will as his anchor, he mastered the sword to a terrifying degree and clawed his way forward unshaken.
    Until the day he was publicly humiliated, beaten, and thrown to the borders with nothing.
    Nothing, except a jade slip pressed into his hands by the most powerful woman in Draven. The Supreme Dragon Empress herself.
    Inside it was an inheritance so ancient that even she couldn't decipher it.
    What followed was something neither of them anticipated. But unbeknownst to Emperal, there was another pair of eyes that always watched him from a certain distance.