They all said that I was the "reincarnation of the Jade Emperor" destined by destiny.
Lingyu Sect regards me as a saint and bestows me with supreme glory.
The genius connoisseur Mo Li taught him everything, and the cold and remnant soul accompanied him every night.
I just accepted it with a smile, letting the ugly emerald birthmark on my left cheek burn brightly under the sacrificial light.
Until the full moon night, the altar was built high.
The Great Elder Mo Chou whispered softly: "Good boy, give your spiritual body for your master's wife."
I slowly took off my mask and revealed a sneer that had been tempered with hatred for three years:
"Master, guess what my father saw the night before he died?"
Later, I crushed the altar and drained away the century-old savings of the Jade Raising Formation.
The spurned birthmark turned into a gilded divine pattern, lighting up the entire Cuiyue City night.
I finally became the real Jade Emperor.
And the so-called destiny, lies and sacrifice have become the most insignificant dust under my throne.
Intention: A truly strong person is never defined by others; true guardianship is to break false altars and bear the burden of true sentient beings.