They All Look Down on Rogue Immortals, Then Beg Me to Become a God

Six hundred years ago, he was a lowly rogue immortal outside the Hall of the High Heavens, kicked away with a single blow. Six hundred years later, he chewed on a golden elixir as he smashed through the Southern Heavenly Gate. The immortals across the hall knelt on the ground, not daring even to raise their heads. Yang Jian, the Great Sage, and Nezha were his top enforcers. He charged straight up through the thirty-third heaven.