I Can't Die, and the Empress Keeps Telling Me to Calm Down

Others transmigrate to survive. I transmigrated to die.

One death, and I become a god. How simple is that?

Until my disciple, an Emperor Realm powerhouse, locked me in his arms and said gently:

“If you lose even one hair, I’ll make it so that nothing in this world can ever fall again.”

Then the Heavenly Dao reduced my chance of dying to zero.

The System went mad. So did I.

The most despairing thing in the world isn’t having everyone want you dead.

It’s having everyone, even the Heavenly Dao, do everything in their power to keep you alive.