A hellish start? No, it’s a win-by-doing-nothing plot!
Su Yan transmigrates into the most miserable cannon fodder in the Hehuan Sect, but gets bound to a snobbish System. All he has to do is trigger intense emotions in three future female emperors to receive rewards worth billions of times more!
When the Immortal Realm’s kill order arrives:
Ye Qinglan, the Poison Immortal, gives him a toxic pill? → A hundredfold return in cultivation!
Lin Xueci, the Sword Sovereign, loses control of her sword energy? → A sword bone forged over ten thousand years!
Lu Lingshuang, the Demon Lord, imprisons him and drains his blood? → An undying demon body!
He turns the tables and sends the female emperors’ emotions into a frenzy:
“Beating me means you love me! The more worked up you get, the stronger I become!”
The Three Realms watch in shock as a man tossed into the Desolate Prison, a cripple who rose to power through the female emperors’ “care,” makes one comeback after another and sweeps across the Immortal Realm!
The Three Emperors’ Pact, a fiery mission to save the world:
When the apocalypse descends, the three emperors burn away their source powers:
Ye Qinglan offers her authority over the Medicine Dao: “I grant you eternal life!”
Lin Xueci carves a vow into her sword heart: “I will protect you forever!”
Lu Lingshuang brands him with an eternal blood pact: “In life and death, we go together!”
As their powers merge, a shocking secret awakens: Su Yan is actually the origin of the Calamity of Annihilation, and once played a game of wits with the Goddess of Creation for countless ages! Facing the awakened enemy of the end, he lazily rolls over and kicks out a drowsy foot. “You’re disturbing my sleep… You deserve to die.”
The Calamity-Filled Daily Life of the Lord of Eternal Life
The New Universe urgently issues its “Harmony Guidelines”:
Meditate and cultivate for at least eight shichen every day.
No rolling over or sneezing.
Feed the Spirit King black-hole lollipops.
Even his breathing has become a cosmic-level hazard: his yawns overturn starships, and his rolling over crushes immortal palaces. The female emperors fill out interstellar insurance claims while building him a quiet room among the stars. The plaque on its door is inscribed with the truths of Heaven:
“The eternal path lasts through the ages; doing nothing and still winning is the peak!”
