The Ancestral God relentlessly pursued me, and wherever the Dragon God's Decree went, everyone shouted to kill me.
Exhausted and withered, I wandered into a small world to save my life, only to have my divine soul, which was trapped within my body, knocked away.
I was severely injured and lost consciousness. When I woke up, I had become the prime minister of the Eastern Wu Kingdom, while the army of the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom was pressing in.
Almost instinctively, I started fighting again, vying for power in the court, for the land of a country, and waging war with the Tianlong Kingdom for several years.
One day, a premonition of impending crisis terrified me. I fled the palace, disregarding the presence of the court officials, and dared not return.
I heard that the Eastern Wu Kingdom was destroyed, and all the ministers and the emperor died in the palace, just as they had during court sessions.
I know who did it, but I didn't expect him to arrive so quickly.
I fled under an assumed name, hiding myself away and carefully erasing my traces, constantly on guard against being discovered and attracting that person's pursuit.
The world was at peace; there wasn't even a kill order.
I actually felt relieved because of this.
Until one day, I saw my reflection in the water and realized that my temples had turned white and I looked old.
I suddenly realized that I am now a remnant soul, still possessing cultivation, but having lost my immortal status. Even though my lifespan is slightly longer than that of mortals, I am still destined to grow old.
How could I accept this... how could I possibly accept it?!
I've struggled my whole life, and there were times when I was just one step away from success, but now I've ended up like this. How can I accept this?!
But I no longer have the ability to fight for it.
I was once an Immortal Emperor with boundless magical power, yet I could not withstand a single blow from the Ancestral God. How much less am I now, when I am nothing?
I stood there, stunned, before the water, and couldn't help but want to laugh.
But I've also forgotten how to laugh.
Such is the will of Heaven; God is born high above, and no matter how others scheme and struggle, they cannot compare to the opponent's thunderous strike.
I was greedy and should have been content with the glory of being given alms, but I presumptuously tried to become a member of God.
However, in my life, despite all my despicable and shameless acts, how could I possibly bend down and accept being forever inferior to others?
I consider myself, however despicable, to be proud.
I am a cultivator, and I learned to fight from birth. Even if I die, I should die in a fight.
Instead of dying peacefully in some unknown corner of the world.
I embarked on the road to the capital of Tianlong, choosing a path to my doom.
I know that the ancestral god deeply hates me.
If he sees me, he will surely kill me.
I, Bei Chen, was once an Immortal Emperor, the most revered among all immortals in the Immortal Realm. I died at the hands of the Ancestral God, the ancestor of all gods, which also brought me to the end of my life.
But I never expected that... when I deliberately thrust my sword at Yin Chen, the two ancestral gods didn't even glance at me, and I was knocked to the ground by an unknown fairy.
I... am not reconciled!
I am clearly your deeply hated enemy, how can you ignore me completely?!
How could you humiliate me like this?!
I was once a Celestial Emperor!
I struggled to get up, but the immense force that descended from the sky crushed me to pieces.
It wasn't until my death that I suddenly realized... I had been overthinking everything. In their eyes, I was nothing but a clown. What enemy, what charity... the Ancestral God didn't care at all, and never paid any attention to my thoughts or ideas.
How ridiculous that I only understand this now.
But it was too late.
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