The night was deep and heavy, and at Fenjia Square, a crowd of thousands had gathered for the Destiny Flame Test…

"Fenjin, Destiny Flame grade… Zero grade!"

The cold voice of the middle-aged tester rang out, and in an instant, the crowd erupted into raucous laughter.

"Hahaha! The once genius of the Fen family can't even ignite a grade one Destiny Flame?!"

"He was a grade nine genius in his prime, but look at him now! That 'accident' three years ago completely destroyed him!"

"No wonder the family stripped him of his inheritance rights. What a waste of space!"

The young man stood in the center of the crowd, his nails digging into his palm, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the ground. Once adored by thousands, he was now the shame of his family, a disgrace that even his own kin scorned…

"Next, Fenli!"

A slender figure stepped forward, raising her hand gently. Her delicate fingers rested lightly upon the Destiny Flame stone tablet.

"Fenli, Destiny Flame grade… Six grade! High-tier genius!"

The crowd gasped in amazement, their admiration for her obvious in their eyes.

Fenli smiled faintly, but as her gaze swept across the crowd, it inadvertently landed on the lone young man at the back. A trace of complexity flickered in her eyes.

There was a time when he had been the brightest star of the family, and she had looked up to him. But now… that sky was no longer something she could reach.

Fenjin lowered his gaze to the blood in his palm, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile. "The Destiny Flame… has it really been extinguished?"

Suddenly, his hand trembled slightly, and a strange black flame flickered at his fingertips, as though something deep within him had begun to stir…