The great traitor Zhong Li died.
Judge: This person is guilty of the most heinous crimes. Even Hell cannot contain him. He is sentenced to exile in the most cruel otherworld, where he will taste the misery of the survival of the fittest until he is worn down and dies, never to be reborn.
What the judge imagined exile to another world would be like: starving and barely surviving from one day to the next, living in constant terror to escape monsters, and eventually dying a miserable death.
What exile to another world was actually like: educating the people, building ports, founding a nation. Joining forces with the terrestrial immortals, sowing discord among the aquatic tribes, recruiting the Yakshas, and training the Millelith. Using long-range diplomacy and close-range attacks against the various Archons, driving a wedge between the Four Heavenly Principles, keeping the Heavenly Principles in check, and storming Celestia.
Zhong Li: Wonderful. Here, might makes right. I can use any means to climb to the top, and no sanctimonious hypocrites will condemn me for being unscrupulous and ruthless.
Phanes, the Heavenly Principles: Morax, that's not fair play!
Zhong Li: Everyone calls me the God of War. I'm overflowing with martial virtue.
Premise: Your fate is in your own hands
