Who Stands on the Immortal-Slaying Platform? The Last Disciple of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain

I transmigrated into the primordial world and became an unknown rogue immortal, only to open my eyes on the Execution Platform. Heavenly soldiers held me fast, Arhats from the Western Church chanted incantations, and the blades of executioners glinted inches from my face. Heaven and the Western Church had joined forces to execute me. It was clearly a death trap.

At the critical moment, the [Life Editor] suddenly activated. This System doesn't level up or give out treasures. It only lets me make up a past, and whatever I write becomes true!

I hurriedly wrote: [I studied at Mount Lingtai and am Sun Wukong's long-lost junior brother!]

A furious roar shook the Southern Heavenly Gate. Sun Wukong came riding on the clouds, his golden cudgel pointed at the Western Paradise. “Who dares touch my junior brother? I'll tear down your Spirit Mountain!”

The heavenly immortals turned pale. I made up another story: [When Nezha rebuilt his body, I burned incense for you in Chentang Pass for three years!]

A fire-tipped spear struck the platform, and Nezha stood astride his Wind Fire Wheels. “Benefactor, whoever wants to hurt you will have to answer to my spear first!”

The leader of the Western Church frowned. I made up yet another story: [When you rescued your mother from Mount Peach, I was Yang Jiao, Yang Jian's elder brother, who gave his life in his place!]

Yang Jian tumbled down from the clouds and planted his three-pointed, double-edged blade in the ground. Tears streamed down his face. “Big brother! Anyone in the Three Realms who bullies you is my enemy!”

On the Execution Platform, I watched the heavenly gods shrink back and the Buddhas of the West turn livid. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This death trap seemed to be broken after all.