This world won’t let me cultivate. It branded me a scumbag, trying to nail me down in the mire of mortal life.
They thought it was an insult. They had no idea it was the chance for me to awaken.
Every woman I conquer makes the Heavenly Dao’s killing intent toward me grow stronger;
the more relentlessly it hunts me, the stronger I become!
Ten years later…
I stood amid the ruins at the edge of the world:
The laws had crumbled beneath my feet, and the sky behind me was a wasteland.
I lit a cigarette and watched the lightning tribulation wavering in the heavens, the corner of my mouth curling into a smile.
In this game of wits, which will die first: me, or this damned world?
To hell with being ordinary. If the Heavenly Dao won’t have me, then I’ll cultivate immortality and bury the heavens!
