The Sacred Emperor Who Rules the World: From Mine Slave to Emperor of Humanity

“Immortal, how are this year’s crops coming along?”

“Splendid. They’re brimming with spiritual energy and will be ready to harvest in three years.”

In a dark mine, Qin Che wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The remnant mark in his palm burned hot.

He remembered the night his entire village was slaughtered. The cultivators had been chatting and laughing just like this as they judged the “harvest.”

Three years later, the immortal envoy arrived with a sickle, only to find

A towering city rising from the ruins, dragon banners snapping in the wind.

Qin Che stood atop the city walls, with tens of thousands of miners behind him, men once treated like weeds. Now their blood and vigor surged skyward like smoke as they formed ranks for battle.

“The human race of this realm severs ties with you today,” the immortal envoy said coldly.

Qin Che’s voice shattered the clouds and rang across the land.

“Then let there be war. I, the emperor, will not allow it.”