I Keep My Head Down to Survive, but My Seven Empress Disciples Fight Over Me

To save his seven direct disciples, he resolutely blew himself up amid an ancient calamity, leaving neither soul nor spirit behind.

But the heavens work in cycles. I returned reborn with a wisp of my shattered soul. My cultivation was gone, my lifespan nearly spent, and I had become a dying man who was impressive in appearance alone.

To secure a chance at survival, I had no choice but to disguise myself as an old ancestor on the brink of death, secretly seek protection, and find a way to recover.