Nine Gods Forgot My Name

Three hundred years ago, Yan Wuhen stood at the pinnacle of all existence — the only human to ever breach the Void Sovereign stage, the unreachable ceiling of cultivation.  He trained nine disciples. He shaped nine world-rulers. He watched them become gods.Then someone murdered him. His soul shattered. Nine fragments drifted into nine disciples — feeding their power in silence for three centuries, like a teacher who never stopped giving, even after death. The organization that killed him assumed the work was finished. They were wrong. When a disgraced clan youth dies alone in a broken body — shattered meridians, zero cultivation, mocked by everyone who passes him — Yan Wuhen's consciousness fragment recoalesces inside the empty vessel. He wakes as Luo Jian: nineteen years old, talentless, humiliated, alone.He has no power. He has no body worth having. He has everything he has ever known — and the patience of a dead man with nothing left to lose.His nine disciples now rule the continent. They believe they are self-made. They carry pieces of his soul and have no idea. And the secret organization that engineered his death three hundred years ago is beginning to sense that something ancient has returned.He cannot fight them. Not yet. So he does the only thing he has always known how to do.He finds one student. And he begins to teach. What does a dead god do when his children have forgotten his name — and his killers are still watching? He makes sure the world remembers the scar.