I am the youngest Heavenly Dao executive in the Heavenly Realm, but because of my disobedience, I had my immortal bones dug up, my cultivation level wasted, and I was exiled to the lower realm where my spiritual energy was exhausted to wait for death.
They don't know that this is the wasteland that I once guarded against my orders.
Is the traditional path to immortality dead? I then found another way, gathered incense, sealed the land, and established a divine dynasty!
When my colleagues in the past inspected the lower world, what they saw was not ants lingering, but thousands of gods worshiping, and the national destiny soaring into the sky.
I stand on the top of the divine dynasty, looking at the nine heavens:
"I will rewrite this hypocritical rule of law."
"I will recast this ruthless way of heaven!"
