When they tore out my divine bones, they laughed and said I was nothing but the hardest stepping stone on the road to immortality.
Reborn, I heard the Heavenly Dao whisper in my ear: “Extreme hatred detected. The Book of Heaven’s Execution has been activated.”
From then on, I would write the rules of the Immortal Realm myself
The immortal sect my scumbag Dao companion treasured above all else? I’d turn around and help his sworn enemy rise to the top.
The supreme spiritual root my hypocritical junior sister longed for? I’d make her watch as it shattered, piece by piece.
As I personally carved the names of everyone in my sect into the Book of Heaven’s Execution, the entire Immortal Realm finally began to tremble.
And on the book’s first page, a new line slowly appeared:
“Ultimate target: The Heavenly Dao. Time limit: None. Reward: …You decide.”
