After Faking My Death Twice, My Three Junior Disciples Lost Me for Good

I spent three hundred years winning over my three junior martial brothers, devoting myself to them and working myself to the bone. But for the sake of their junior sister, they cut out my golden core and took the blood from my heart. After I died, they searched for me like madmen. Three hundred years later, when we met again, my dear junior brothers had become dangerously obsessed. They even went so far as to start a war across the Three Realms, making me die at their hands a second time. Then the System, which had been gone for ages, suddenly appeared.

“Congratulations, Host. You’ve completed the mission. I’m here to take you home.”

Later, I heard they still planned to wait another three hundred years for me. Unfortunately, this time I was truly gone.