My Cultivation Progress Carries Over from the Primordial Game, and I Recharge My Way to Immortal Emperor

Pei Hefeng died in defeat while resisting the Western gods. He never expected to be reborn ten days before the Primordial game descended upon the real world.

At this point, [Primordial Myth] had yet to arrive, and no one had received any cultivation feedback.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Pei Hefeng poured all his assets into the game.

“Holy crap! What a sucker! The game’s already in its final days, and someone’s still spending this much on it! Is he nuts?”

“A god-tier sucker! Who spends this much on a dying game?”

Ten days later.

Primordial Myth merged with reality, and the war of the gods descended.

All payment channels were shut down.

The Primordial game’s feedback began.

Everyone was stunned.

“Damn! He spent that much? This guy’s invincible!”

“We pay our respects to Immortal Emperor Pei!”

“He wasn’t the sucker. We were the suckers, damn it!”

The Primordial world descended. Disasters ravaged heaven and earth, and the Investiture of the Gods began anew.

Heaven and earth were a chessboard, the gods were its pieces, and all living beings were mere ants.

With one man and one sword, Pei Hefeng cut his way through the Primordial world.

At Mount Olympus, he rode a phoenix and intimidated Athena.

At Takamagahara, he stirred up trouble.

Zeus? Odin? God?

Who dares take a single strike from my sword!