Revive, My System

The Dark Supremes were far too crude. They harvested every great medicine in the universe, leaving all living beings no way to survive. They spared only a few seeds on each ancient star—the behavior of slave masters through and through.

Push things to the extreme, and the pendulum would swing back. Among the Great Universe's myriad races, a few ruthless souls were bound to emerge and bring down the Supremes.

Thus arose the historical cycle of Great Emperors of the age facing off against Restricted Area Supremes, forcing the immortal cultivation civilization of the Shrouding the Heavens Universe to start over every few tens of thousands of years.

It was not that immortal cultivation in the universe made no progress. It was that every advance went to the Supremes and did nothing for the living. Each Supreme embodied the glory and perfection of a bygone age, an end-stage hoarder.

In gaining earth-shaking power, the Supremes had lost earth-shaking wisdom, becoming brutes with nothing but muscle between their ears.

If Holy Master Lin were a Supreme, he would iterate the playbook, empower it anew, break down information barriers, build a fresh industry ecosystem, and focus on the universe's myriad-race market. He would use cultivation and immortality to reach the tipping point and become a capitalist himself.

Going out to harvest the medicine personally was beneath him, and far too inefficient.

He would set the living against one another. The Immortal Emperor had laid plans across the ages using the Immortal Path; a Supreme could do the same with the Emperor Path.

The Carefree Heavenly Venerable, for instance, had left contingency after contingency, then possessed an Ancient Emperor just as he was about to attain enlightenment. That at least had some of the flair of a mastermind behind the curtain.

Better yet,