Dark Emperor

The moment he fell into the mortal world, he was regarded as an ant by everyone - the five elements were useless, he had no hope of becoming an immortal, and even his closest fellow disciples were scornful of him. But there was always a vague voice lingering in his mind: Find Kunlun, find that pillar. From a handyman disciple to the famous Dark Emperor in the three realms, he climbed up from blood and fire, fighting for his life time and time again. Foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul - every step steps on the bones of betrayers, and every realm is stained with the blood and tears of loved ones. Until the day he became emperor, memories came flooding back. He knelt on the top of Kunlun and finally remembered who he was - the blood of Pangu, the tears of Nuwa, the hexagrams of Fuxi, and the soul of Shennong. The first four attempts to open the sky failed, and this was his fifth time. Heaven kneeled down and begged him to stop, and the three realms denounced him as crazy. Zhang Qiling just raised the Pangu ax and said softly: "What I want to cut off is not the sky, but the cage."