After ten thousand years of sign-in at Kunlun Ruins, Ye Chen was forced to descend the mountain.
Others cultivate for a hundred years to reach Nascent Soul. He casually crushes the soul of a Nascent Soul powerhouse.
The Heaven-Rank cultivation manuals everyone fights over are just snack wrappers he used to feed his dragon.
The immortal pills others treasure are candy to him.
He bears the origin of an Immortal Emperor, yet people mistake him for a good-for-nothing bumpkin?
Zhao Tianba: “You brat, you dare steal my woman?”
Ye Chen flicks a finger and extinguishes the demonic flames. A young Azure Dragon yawns, shattering a flying boat.
Su Qingyue: “Senior, who are you, really?”
Ye Chen glances at the shattered Immortal Realm behind him. “Just someone who signed in.”
Ten thousand years of loneliness, all for this day’s descent from the mountain.
Play the pig to eat the tiger, crush the prodigies, uncover ancient secrets, and protect all living beings in the Three Realms.
What good is the throne of the Immortal Emperor?
I signed in for ten thousand years. All I want is to live freely and take it easy!
