My Clan Thinks I'm a Good-for-Nothing, So I Send Them All to Reincarnation

At the age of three, I was found to have a useless spiritual root. I went from being the young master of a sacred sect to a lowly servant anyone could bully. My elder brother humiliated me, the elders kept me down, and my father, the sect master, regarded me as dust. I endured it for ten years. I am the Primordial Dao God, and this world’s spiritual energy cannot even withstand a breath of mine. They mocked me as a good-for-nothing, never realizing that all their lifelong cultivation amounted to nothing but scraps shed from my fingertips. I had planned to endure for ten thousand more years and live peacefully with my mother. Until they touched the last thing I would ever allow them to harm… “Step back,” I said softly to my mother. “I’ll make this entire sacred sect pay with their lives for your sake.”