I’ve Become an Immortal Emperor, So Why Are My Classmates Still Refining Qi?

Ye Chang'an fought bloody battles in the world of cultivation for six million years. He crossed the stars, shattered them, and stood alone above all the ages, ultimately becoming the Celestial Emperor Ye. But when he exhausted his cultivation to tear through space and time and return to Blue Star he discovered that only one summer vacation had passed. His deskmate clapped him on the shoulder. “Chang'an, you'd better hurry! I'm almost at the Qi Refining stage!” The campus belle brought him her textbook for help. “Ye, how do you solve this problem on circulating spiritual energy?” A rich second-generation heir bragged on the arena. “Ye Chang'an, I'm at the third level of Qi Refining. Dare to take one punch from me?” Looking at his classmates, who were fighting tooth and nail just to reach Foundation Establishment, Ye Chang'an sighed quietly. All he wanted was to go to school in peace, get into college, and live an ordinary life. But his homeroom teacher insisted he compete in the National Cultivation Tournament; the principal begged him through tears to captain the school team; the head of a secret government agency squatted outside the school gates, begging him to come out of seclusion and save the country. Then one day, demons from beyond the realm tore through the void and descended, while billions of monsters engulfed the city. Just as cultivators across the country fell into despair, Ye Chang'an set down his Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Mock Tests and frowned. “So noisy.” “Can't you see I'm working on problems?” The next second, a colossal hand blotted out the sky and wiped everything away.