I have made a great wish to establish the World-Transfer Sect and bear all the sufferings for the sentient beings in the three realms. Every time I cross a person, my golden body becomes darker, and my body becomes more painful. I bear the pain of tearing for the mother, swallow the fear of death for the dying, and relieve the resentment of the war dead. On the day when my merits were perfected, heaven sent down an oracle: I have become the most perfect black hole of suffering in the three realms and must operate forever. And those believers who have burned hundreds of millions of incense for me have already ascended to immortality. They are afraid of my existence, tamper with history books, slander me as the "ancient demon god", and set an iron law: anyone who mentions my name will go crazy that night. What's even more ironic is that they opened the Sea of Tribulation Tour on the Sea of Chaos, selling merit tickets to allow tourists to experience "legendary suffering." That was just a trace of the aftermath of the billions of calamities inside my body. One day, a young man broke into the core of the Sea of Tribulation on a barrier ship. Seeing the billions of calamities flowing in my pupils, he asked in a trembling voice: "Are you the one in the legend...?" I smiled: "Yes, I am that fool. Now, it's your turn."
