Ten Thousand Immortals Pay Homage

【Reborn Immortal Emperor + Rise from the Lowest Menial Servant + Mutual Bonds + Power Struggles in the Nine Heavens Immortal Court + Play the Pig to Eat the Tiger + Satisfying Face-Slapping】 Immortal Emperor Yun Cangchen fell from the Execution Immortals Terrace. Three hundred years later, he was reborn as the lowest menial servant in the Azure Cloud Sect. His spiritual root had been destroyed, his cultivation was gone, and he lived in a dilapidated shack with drafts coming through every wall, surviving on leftovers and sour gruel. Anyone in the sect could kick him around. Only Old Su Chen, a stooped old menial servant, showed him kindness. On a snowy day, he took off his padded coat and wrapped it around Yun Cangchen, then brought him a bowl of hot ginger porridge in a chipped wooden bowl. “As long as you’re alive, you have breath. And as long as you have breath, there’s a way forward.” Later, Chu Mang crushed that bowl beneath his foot right in front of him. It wasn’t just a bowl that broke. It was the last bit of warmth he had left in this cold, heartless world. That night, the imperial might that had lain dormant for three hundred years burst forth. With a single punch, he crippled Chu Mang, then laid down three rules in the servants’ courtyard: no bullying the weak; the younger servants must help the old and frail with their work; and if the outer sect came looking for trouble, everyone would face them together. From the servants’ courtyard to the outer sect tournament, from the Azure Cloud Sect to the Nine Heavens Immortal Court, he rebuilt the Celestial Zenith Palace one step at a time. Xiao Xuanyan drew his sword for him, Feng Xuanxu set up formations for him, and the menial servants who had endured a lifetime of oppression dared to look others in the eye for the first time. But standing in his way was the Heavenly Emperor of the Nine Heavens Immortal Court: the very man who had personally cast him from the Execution Immortals Terrace three hundred years ago. The deeper truth was that the Heavenly Emperor had laid this life-and-death trap spanning a million years, waiting for him to return and break it. On the day the old order collapsed, the cries of countless beings paying homage rang through the ninefold gates of heaven. In the main hall of the Celestial Palace, the wooden bowl, mended and broken and mended again, rested quietly in the highest place of honor. The cracks were still there. Light shone through them.