Mortals Practice for a Hundred Generations

Rainy night in the city. Delivery boy Ye Tian suffered a broken leg bone. The rich second generation stepped on his face and asked the ant with a smile if he knew what he was doing. Ye Tian said nothing. He was just looking through the memories of the ninety-nine lifetimes in his mind. In the first life, the Northern Song Dynasty brought punishments and solved cases like a god. In the second life, the Ming Dynasty Jinyi was decisive in killing. In the third life, the interstellar wanderer wiped out the entire clan with one sword. … In this life, he no longer wants to guard Tianmen. He wants this heaven and earth to remember his name. Mortals practice for hundreds of lives and return as gods. "I wanted to deliver a takeaway quietly, but you guys insisted on forcing me to return to the throne of God."