Transmigrating Through Ten Thousand Lifetimes, Conquering the Heavens

[Classic fantasy + no System + later-rising pace + comedy + ruthless action + powerful background + no mindless domination + not a pure villain protagonist + not a pure wish-fulfillment story]

Does being a transmigrator mean you’re destined to be the protagonist? Without power, influence, or talent blessed by fate, a transmigrator is no more than one of countless souls struggling to cross the river of life.

The turning of the gears of the Myriad-Era Wheel stirs the strings of fate, sending them through peaks and valleys. Like mountains, rivers, and streams, they carve out the most winding and twisted of maps...

He was once the most ancient of gods, standing above all beings and watching the transformations of the cosmos...

He was once a war god of his age, establishing purpose and destiny for all under heaven, revered by every generation that followed...

He was also once a mighty demon cultivator, wielding power and schemes throughout history, slaughtering all beneath the nine heavens and across the ten lands...

But more often, he was merely the most insignificant person among the masses, tasting millions of years of blood and tears, enduring the hardships and cruelty, sorrow and grief of countless lifetimes, and struggling against the slimmest thread of fate.

As the gears of destiny turned once more, he awakened once again. This was his final life, and an age of unprecedented splendor...