Luo Xian worked himself to death from overtime, then woke up in the cultivation world as the universally acknowledged “Calamity-Born Lone Star.”
An ancient war god’s soul was sealed inside him. His sect saw him as a demon in the making, the immortals wanted to use him as a cultivation vessel, and the patriarchs planned to extract his soul to refine pills.
Then one day, the great enemy bent on destroying his sect came knocking, and everyone trembled in fear.
Luo Xian only smiled.
Behind him, the primordial ferocious beast Dihuang opened its blood-red eyes and roared at the heavens.
The broken halberd in Luo Xian’s hand quivered as he pointed it at the immortals and Buddhas filling the sky.
“My halberd says everyone here is trash.”
...Later, a taboo warning spread throughout the Myriad Worlds:
Whatever you do, don’t go to Qingping Mountain.
There’s a lunatic there who likes petting ferocious beasts and showing off divine weapons.
When he smiles, a god is about to die.
