He was once the ruler of the universe. With a single thought, life began, and all the stars followed.
Now, he has become the most contemptible cripple in the Eastern Wilderness, with every meridian shattered and everyone looking down on him.
Chu Zhao fell from the throne of the Immortal Venerable and was reborn in the body of an abandoned disciple of the Cloudveil Sect. The world mocks him as an insect and bullies him as powerless, never realizing that
within his shattered dantian, an entire universe is quietly taking shape.
✨ “You think he's cultivating? No, he's rebooting the world.”
A drop of blood on his fingertip reflects the turning of the galaxy;
one breath stirs a tidal surge of spiritual energy across a hundred miles.
Alchemy? The pills he nurtures gain sentience and kneel to hail him as emperor.
Artifact crafting? His bonded treasure is a growing star, and even if it explodes, it can be reborn.
While so-called geniuses are still fighting over treasures in secret realms, Chu Zhao reaches out and grabs one
only to find it's a fragment of time he himself sent back from the future.
And the young master of the Cloudveil Sect, who framed him all those years ago, will eventually uncover a terrifying truth:
the supreme heights of the sword path he has pursued his entire life are nothing more than a wisp of demonic intent that Chu Zhao himself sealed in his previous life.
Fate closes its loop at this moment.
“Ascension? That's just the entrance to a cage.”
When the Heavenly Dao unleashes its tribulation, when the myriad immortals return to the mortal realm to suppress him, and when the entire cultivation world brands him an aberration that must be erased
Chu Zhao simply opens his eyes, calm and unruffled.
The blood sigil between his brows splits, and the Milky Way pours forth.
Behind him, it is not one world, but billions upon billions of stars lighting up at once.
This is not a story about a good-for-nothing rising to greatness.
This is the story of a creator who refuses to become an immortal, sowing galaxies in his flesh and blood, creating all things with every breath, and ultimately turning the entire wor
