Ji Yanchen suddenly found himself in another world, where he became the supreme lord, unmatched in power.
The various immortal sects wanted him dead. So did the lands beyond the four seas. Even the disciples he had personally taught did everything they could to kill him.
Unfortunately, Ji Yanchen was not only powerful, but also practiced forbidden arts. He never got hurt, and he was surrounded by countless guards. Every attempt on his life ended in failure.
Until one day:
[In a few days, I will enter the secret realm, take on a mortal form, and undergo my final tribulation. I leave all matters, great and small, in this hall entirely in your hands.]
[This disciple obeys.]
At that moment, everyone was given their one and only chance:
The moonlight was cool as water. The imperial garden was deserted in the dead of night, with only a few fireflies flitting about.
A flash of silver suddenly cut through the darkness. Someone plunged a sharp dagger into his left chest with all their strength...
Ji Yanchen lowered his head, his expression unreadable, yet the faintest curve slowly formed at the corner of his lips.
[So... is this what you wanted?]
Feeling the life drain from his body, Ji Yanchen closed his eyes and let his form dissipate in the breeze, never seeing the shock and panic in the eyes of the person before him.
From the shou's perspective:
On the first day Ji Yanchen entered this world, a transparent panel appeared before his eyes:
[We grant you exceptional cultivation talent, eternal youth and immortality, and a body that can neither be wounded nor destroyed.]
[Mission: 1. Become the strongest.
2. Die successfully.
Mission reward: Return home.]
A shou with a slightly unhinged personality x a gong whose personality is unknown
Theme: Where there is love, there is hope
