I Am Heaven Itself. My Beloved Ministers, Follow Me to Slay the Immortals

One autumn, a sudden upheaval shook the palace overnight. The emperor, the crown prince, and two other princes all died on the same night. The Imperial Academy of Medicine held its tongue, and not a single court official dared to ask why. An immortal master issued an edict: the throne was to go to an idle prince with a useless spiritual root who lived outside the city.

Everyone who heard the news sighed. Another puppet on a string.

But who could have guessed that this ordinary man, dressed in the imperial yellow robes, would refuse to accept his fate and attempt something never before seen in all of history?

Every page stained with the blood of the people, his whole body dusted with the realm's woes.

Imperial robes over mortal bones, sword drawn to strike down immortals.