Supreme Return to the Void

The whole village wants me dead, saying this good-for-nothing body of mine deserves to be sacrificed to heaven. The moment my blood touched the altar, everyone waited for me to be reduced to nothing. Instead, heaven and earth changed color, and the “Evil God” who had devoured people for ten thousand years trembled and knelt before me. “We welcome... the Supreme One’s return.”

I smiled. The “geniuses” who once bullied me, humiliated me, and treated me like dust were now pale-faced, kneeling and begging for mercy.

But who told you that the one who returned... had to be “human”?

This is no tale of a good-for-nothing making a comeback. It is a forgotten Supreme One looking down coldly upon a world of ants. The so-called cultivation world is no more than the dying embers in his palm. When he begins to reclaim his power, he will rewrite the rules.

Doubt? Fear? That’s where the feast begins.

I was born with a terribly poor constitution, and everyone mocked me as a good-for-nothing.

Until the day of the sacrifice, when the Evil God demanded the strongest person in the village as an offering.

The “geniuses” who usually treated me like dirt recoiled in terror and shoved me forward.

I calmly stepped onto the altar. The instant my blood fell, heaven and earth changed color.

The “Evil God” worshipped for ten thousand years actually trembled and knelt before me.

“We welcome... the Supreme One’s return.”