I was transformed into a loser in the world of immortality, and I was thrown on the altar by my sect to die.
But when the blood moon rose into the sky, the Demon Lord from the Immortal Realm knelt down on one knee before me, and the Sword Immortal in Tsinghua washed the mountain gate with blood for me.
They say that I am the last holy king of the three realms.
And the broken fairy bone in my Dantian is ringing day and night - it remembers who pushed me into reincarnation.
In this life, I will not cultivate immortality or ask questions.
Just cultivate a fire that burns down the nine heavens... The emperor-killing fire.
