After transmigrating as Haotian, I’ve barely opened my eyes when the Twelve Golden Immortals publicly humiliate me. Three thousand rogue immortals drag me before the Golden Throne and subject me to a slow, torturous execution…
The Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning strikes me with a palm and says that my failed attempt to break into the Chaos has left me crippled and unfit to sit on the throne.
Fine. If you won’t let me live, then none of you will.
I’ll flip the whole table. The blood-red light of the Wordless Stone Tablet blazes as I command: “Set the Mandate of Heaven!”
The coordinates of the primordial world turn into a streak of light and shoot deep into the Chaos.
A giant comes striding over, carrying a world. Chaos Gods and Demons awaken with three thousand small worlds in their hands, while ancient beasts turn around with continents on their backs.
The Saints finally panic.
They ask what I intend to do.
I intend to rule the Three Realms, the Six Paths, and all the heavens of Chaos!
I just didn't understand it at the beginning