The Heavenly Emperor Is Reborn, and His Confidantes Drop the Act

(It only gets better as the story goes on, so savor every chapter.) The Immortal Realm truly holds an indescribable terror. I fell. Fortunately, I had prepared a way to save my life. I was reborn. A thousand years of cultivation gone in an instant. I have to start over as a mortal, but I’m not worried at all. Why, you ask? In my previous life, I built up countless connections. I helped a princess of a fallen kingdom rebuild her dynasty, and she became the mighty Empress of the Eight Wastelands. She said she would make me Prince Who Guards the Nation, and that her realm would be mine as well. I helped the second daughter of the Starsea Merchant Guild become its leader. She said she would share her boundless wealth with me. I helped the Supreme Saintess sever her worldly ties and enter the Dao. She said she would grant me three requests, no matter what they were. The Mistress of Yaochi, the sacred land of female cultivators, owes me an enormous karmic debt. And my younger sister is a born Dao Embryo and the Mistress of the Qingming Sacred Land. In my previous life, I was merely a rogue cultivator, with no background, no support, and no resources. Through hard work, I still defeated countless powerful foes and earned the title of Heavenly Emperor before ascending to the Immortal Realm. In this life, my background is as powerful as it gets, and I have all the support I could ever need. In this life, I’m destined to become an immortal without lifting a finger. It’s just that those empresses, saintesses, and divine maidens seem to have developed a rather different idea of how they should show their gratitude. When I said I’d become an immortal while lying around, that’s not what I meant by “lying around”…