You're Not as Good as Li Xinnian

Inside the Spirit Hall.

At this moment, the Spirit Lord returned once more to His Spirit Hall. Stepping into His familiar domain, His soul trembled. All at once, He realized that even immortals could feel cold. The pain of the 'power of chaos' still came from His abdomen, and in His daze, He seemed to return to the moment of His birth.

He had been born late, unlike the other gods and immortals who had existed since far earlier times. The violet qi of heaven and earth had transformed into spirits of heaven and earth, and by then, living beings had already begun imitating immortals in taking human form. The south had always been chaotic. Under the leadership of the Heavenly Pool Holy Mother, only one law remained: the strong were revered.

Thus, during the first thousand years after His birth, while He was still proud of His identity as an immortal, He encountered a Heavenly Immortal. He had been all smiles and laughter—what did He know of worldly ways? He had merely thought that Heavenly Immortal was a being like Him, His kin. And one did not strike a smiling face. Until one day, at an immortal banquet, He sat as an equal beside that Heavenly Immortal. For the first time, He saw the Heavenly Immortal's face turn cold. That same day, His own face came to know the icy chill of the ground.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The Spirit Lord walked blankly toward the white jade throne atop the eighteen steps of the Spirit Hall. With every step He climbed, His gait grew heavier. Unconsciously, He touched the neck that the Li Family Ancestor had gripped not long ago. His past resentment and terror rose again. That day, that Heavenly Immortal had stepped on His neck and told Him