Transmigration: The Emperor Wants to Execute My Entire Clan

[Fantasy + growth + sword immortal + feel-good power fantasy]

The youth looked at the gods and demons filling the sky and said, “There are two kinds of sword cultivators in this world: sword cultivators, and me.”

The gods and demons sneered. “You're just a mortal. How dare you stand against us?”

The youth burst out laughing. “I was born a nobody. The year I survived the execution ground, it was pure luck. I never wanted to cultivate immortality. You forced me onto this path, and now you're telling me I'm not worthy of it?”

Before his words had even faded, the youth swung the long sword in his hand and thrust it toward the heavens.

In an instant, the Heavenly Gate swung open. Countless sword auras poured down like a violent rainstorm, forming an impenetrable web of blades.

The gods and demons who had once been so arrogant and full of themselves now wailed and screamed beneath the terrifying sword rain, before falling to the ground as icy corpses.