Emperor's Prisoner's Song

Chen Wang, twenty-eight years old, has accomplished nothing. I was working overtime until early in the morning, and when I passed by the construction site, a flower pot fell from the sky. At the last second before his death, there was only one sentence in his mind - It's too late. When he opened his eyes again, he became a sixteen-year-old boy in another world. Same name, same surname, same coward. His Dantian was destroyed and his meridians were severed. His fiancée, who was married to his fingertips, broke off the engagement in public and beat him into a cripple with one palm. The family was expelled, and his father was assigned to the mine. Everyone yelled and beat him, and he became a trash that everyone despised. Everyone thought he was finished. He almost believed it himself. Until the drunk old man squatted in front of him and handed over a pot of bad wine—— "The foundation is destroyed? A good thing. Others cultivate the innate foundation. What I teach you to cultivate is to destroy and then build up." From that day on, Qingshi City lost a waste and gained a life-threatening lunatic. He picked up broken swords, practiced useless skills, broke into secret realms, and killed evil cultivators. He climbed up from the bottom of the mud and crushed everyone's contempt and ridicule step by step. He thought this was all - getting stronger, getting revenge, getting to the top. Until he saw the cage covering heaven and earth. Until he discovered that everything in this world - heaven and earth, avenue, cultivation, ascension - was a scam that lasted for thousands of years. They are not monks. They are just nourishment. "I am the sun at eight or nine o'clock, not the nourishment you talk about." The day the cave sky shattered, everyone thought he was dead. No one knows that a real emperor is opening his eyes in the ruins. ——Cut off the old shackles of the past, and now you know who I am.