I Attain Eternity in the Primordial Chaos

On our wedding night, my fiancée Su Qingyue pins me to the bridal bed with Bone-Eroding Nails.

“Your useless spiritual root is a blessing. It lets me break through to the Golden Core realm.”

She publicly strips me of my low-grade spiritual root while the family elders look on coldly.

“Something worth less than a dog dares to call himself my husband?”

I spit out a mouthful of blood and smile. “Remember to settle the dowry list, including that pair of mandarin-duck pillows.”

When they throw me into the freezing pool to die, I feel my way to an ancient stone stele.

The Imperishable Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations feeds on the tribulations of all creation.

Three years later, at the sect tournament, Su Qingyue points her sword at the top of the rankings. “Who dares challenge someone at the peak of the Golden Core realm?”

I stomp the arena to pieces. “Funny you should ask. I make a living devouring Golden Core cultivators.”

She sees the familiar name on the stele and screams, “Impossible! I ripped out your spiritual root with my own hands!”