In his previous life, he was the cultivation world’s youngest Tribulation Transcender, the greatest Immortal Emperor of all time. He gave his life protecting all living beings.
In this life, he was reborn as the weakest menial disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect: his dantian crippled, his spiritual roots destroyed, trampled beneath his senior brother’s feet and scorned by his senior sister.
Then a mechanical voice from thirty thousand years in the future rang out in his mind:
“Host detected. System binding in progress. Current version: V1.0. Mission One: Face-slapping the Number One.”
“Wait,” he frowned. “Why didn’t you show up when I was undergoing my tribulation?”
“Because you, thirty thousand years in the future, sent the database back to the present.”
He froze, then laughed.
From sect failure to supreme ruler of the ages, from an object of scorn to one worshiped by all the heavens: in this life, he would no longer fight for all living beings. He would fight only to protect the one he loved.
When the System prompted, “Current version is out of date. Please upgrade to V2.0,” he slowly raised his head and gazed at the ancient golden eyes in the firmament.
Behind him, the phantoms of eight Immortal Emperors opened their eyes at once.
