The first auspicious cloud to appear after the creation of the world was formed from Pangu's heart's blood. Outside Fire Cloud Cave, I took disciples and lectured on the Dao. On the surface, I was teaching them; in truth, I was making plans and building up merit and worship. In my previous life, I was too kind and got myself killed. In this life, I wanted nothing to do with being an honest, harmless person. The demon race's Dijun praised me as the rarest kind soul in the Three Realms and even wanted to treat me as his master. I gripped the Nine-Nine Scattering Soul Gourd and sneered. The day you pacify the Primordial World will be the day I turn the tables.
Ai, but barely watchable.
Holy Mother. . . .