Undying and Immortal: From Public Humiliation to the Enemy of All Realms

When a wisp of revived ghostlight flickered to life in the ashes of a pill furnace, he crawled out of a pile of corpses with half a bellyband in his hand, marked “For Public Humiliation Only.” He had no idea why he could keep coming back to life. All he knew was that whenever someone tried to kill him, their face turned redder than their rear end.

When he first entered the world of cultivation, he was the lowest-ranking servant in his sect. He was trampled, beaten, and thrown into a pill furnace to be refined into nothing. But every death was like opening a prank-filled treasure chest: an elder’s embarrassing youthful past would be broadcast automatically, a prodigy’s secret crush on his master’s wife would be livestreamed to the whole sect, and even the sect’s guardian spirit beast caught his “revival style,” developing the occupational habit of relieving itself wherever it pleased. Before long, the name “Street-Cleaning Tiger” spread far and wide, and wherever he went, people and animals alike gave him a wide berth.

He wasn’t invincible. He just wasn’t afraid to die.

He didn’t rely on cultivation. He specialized in faking accidents to extort people.

He had no proper cultivation techniques, but he did have a heap of bizarre skills: master-level barbecue, a Buddhist lion’s roar with a mosquito sound effect, and The Complete Guide to Underwear Appraisal, which could tell real panties from fake ones.

As his cultivation skyrocketed and his fame spread, he moved on to a much wider stage: the Demonic Path Assembly, the Sacred Lands of the Demon Race, the Pure Lands of the Buddhist Kingdom... Whoever crossed him ended up publicly humiliated. His name became taboo, and his exploits were compiled into The Book of Calamities, spreading across the Myriad Worlds.

But when he stood atop the Tribulation Platform, looking down on all living beings, he realized that every resurrection was pushing him toward a cold, merciless end.

If eternal life means losing yourself, should you keep trying to die?