On his seventieth birthday, his three unfilial sons brought him a bowl of spoiled rice and watched as he starved to death. When Chen Changshou opened his eyes again, he found himself dressed in an imperial robe, seated atop the Palace of the Nine Heavens, with countless immortals bowing before him and hailing him as the Immortal Emperor. Even more absurdly, the three sons who had starved him to death in the mortal world had been reborn as his three direct disciples. Now they were kneeling outside the hall, waiting for him to teach them supreme immortal arts.
Memories of his past life came flooding back. They had cultivated demonic arts, suffered a cultivation deviation, and needed the Immortal Emperor’s vital essence to survive. In his previous life, they had succeeded. This time, Chen Changshou smiled. He lifted the immortal wine on the table and drained it, then said coolly, “Carry out my imperial decree: my three sons have murdered their father, a crime beyond forgiveness. Strip them of their cultivation first, then cast them into the Infernal Prison, where they shall never be reborn.” The entire hall was stunned.
The old farmer who had spent seventy years meekly enduring everything was dead. In his place stood a ruthless Immortal Emperor who had swallowed a lifetime’s worth of humiliation and was determined to live for himself for once. And just after he had slain his three sons, a mechanical voice rang in his mind: “Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have activated the ‘Defy Fate’ System. Your beginner’s gift pack includes ten thousand years of cultivation, a Chaos Dao Body, and an Immortal Venerable experience card...”
Chen Changshou slowly rose and gazed at the vast sea of stars beyond the hall, his eyes shining. In this life, this emperor would shatter the nine heavenly palaces and make everyone remember: an old man can cultivate immortality and thrive for all eternity, too!
