In his previous life, he was the greatest God of War in the Nine Heavens and the only Medicine Ancestor ever to refine an Emperor Pill.
But he failed his tribulation. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a good-for-nothing outcast, abandoned by his family three hundred years ago, so worthless that no one would even feed him to a dog.
His fiancée broke off their engagement to his face: "A good-for-nothing like you is a waste of spiritual energy just by being alive."
A family elder sneered: "If your father hadn't begged me, you'd have been struck from the family register long ago."
His enemy stepped on his face: "Dying by my sword is a blessing you earned over eight lifetimes."
He laughed.
He crushed a battle seal in his left hand, shattering the mountains and rivers for ten thousand miles around.
Chaos divine fire blazed in his right hand, restoring the dead to life, regenerating flesh and bone, and reversing reincarnation.
The Immortal Emperor who once begged him for a single pill was now still struggling to break through his bottleneck.
The defeated opponent he had once beaten with a casual blow now dared to rule over an entire region.
