The Divine Venerable Was Reincarnated as a Good-for-Nothing Disciple

Forbidden love between master and disciple, a rise from the ashes, an ancient war god, a corrupted return, imprisonment play, a remorse-filled pursuit, tragic beauty #TheLastGod

I was the useless disciple my master had taken in.

The entire sect knew that Sect Leader Rong Chi had accepted a worthless disciple: three years after joining, I still couldn’t even draw qi into my body.

Only I knew how much I admired him. I had hidden those feelings for three years, never daring to speak of them or ask about them, only daring to watch him from afar.

Until someone reported me.

In the sect’s main hall, an elder demanded, “How should we punish this illicit relationship between master and disciple?”

My master, lofty and aloof, asked me, “Do you have anything to say?”

Kneeling on the cold stone floor, I asked just one question: “Master, do you believe me?”

He fell silent. Then he personally tore out my immortal root and cast me into the Desolate Wasteland of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

Ancient demons were sealed there. Without my immortal root, I couldn’t even stand. They tormented me for ten years.

Until my blood flowed onto a stone stele

The seal left behind by the ancient war god Cangwu.

At last, I remembered. I wasn’t useless. I was the last god, who had fallen for the sake of all living beings and been reincarnated as a mortal.

But all living beings had wronged me. The sect had wronged me. Rong Chi had wronged me.

I donned the crown of the demon god and marched on the Immortal Realm.

He came alone to the demon palace and said to me, “Awei, come back with me.”

I laughed.

Too late, Master.

Far too late.

Only later did I learn that he had waited for me for ten thousand years.

But when that mirror of reincarnation shattered, only a wisp of his fading consciousness remained at his fingertips.

This time, it really was too late.