I was born in ancient times and had hoped to live as an idle immortal.
But then the Investiture of the Gods began, and the gods came out in force, dragging me, the mastermind behind the scenes, into the fray.
Disciples of the Chan School pointed their innate spirit treasures at me and threatened to kill me, boasting, “You’re guaranteed a place on the Investiture of the Gods!”
I couldn’t be bothered to answer. I casually refined their treasures and went back to cultivating in seclusion.
Only after the tribulation ended did they realize that not a single person had made it onto the Investiture of the Gods.
And there I stood atop the Investiture Altar, saying lightly, “I changed the rules of this tribulation for you.”
