From Immortal Scion to Heavenly Dao's Errand Runner

I was once the most envied second-generation immortal in the cultivation world. It wasn't until the day my entire family was slaughtered that I realized the golden spoon in my mouth had been a death warrant.

I painstakingly cultivated from scratch through sixteen major realms, enduring humiliation and hardship, until the day I avenged my family and finally knocked on the gates of immortality.

I thought my suffering was over, but instead I stepped into an even more ruthless "immortal workplace": PUA, suppression, exclusion, and performance targets became part of everyday life.

I worked myself to the bone for over three hundred years to buy the divine artifact Slay the Dao, only to discover, after saving enough, that its price had tripled.

Furious, I switched to another sect, only to find that every crow in the world was black. Only when the planes collapsed and all things were annihilated did I finally understand what I should do.