My Mortal Body Isn't Worthy of Apprenticeship? The Divine King Isn't Worthy of Taking Me!

[Heaven-defying comprehension + no female lead (or just one female lead), no System, no saintly heroics. The rating is very low because it just launched; the site's rating algorithm is unusual, and every new book starts out with a low score] The God King took on disciples. Fang Mu passed the trial and subdued a host of peerless prodigies. His comprehension was peerless, unmatched throughout history. Yet because he was born with an ordinary mortal body, people questioned him, framed him, and stripped him of the right to become a disciple. Furious, Fang Mu swore to destroy the Myriad Forms Sacred Land. The immortal sect that had once humiliated him. He would settle accounts with every last one of them. Born with an ordinary mortal body, he rose from humble beginnings and blossomed in an age of splendor. He deduced immortal scriptures and ancient arts, seized heaven-shaking opportunities, and with one hand blotted out the sky, suppressing the myriad races across the heavens. Back then, he was merely a mortal, wearing worn-out straw sandals as he made his way to the Sacred Land to seek immortality, enduring humiliation at every turn. Now he could support an entire immortal realm with one hand, and entered the eternal grand scheme alone. The kings and immortals alike lay beneath his feet. The world changed beyond recognition. Only then did people realize that the frail figure had long since grown into the tallest mountain among humankind. The God King could only silently swallow the bitter fruit of his own making. This should have been his disciple. He should have shared in this supreme glory that would last for ages. Now all he could do was sit alone beneath the cold rain, lit by a solitary lamp, regretting what he had done.