At one year old, you were born into this age. Heaven and earth changed color, dragons and phoenixes cried out in celebration, and auspicious beasts ran to and fro, all to welcome your birth.
You were extraordinary beyond measure, with the bearing of an Emperor.
At twenty, you ascended to Supreme. The Five-Hundred-Year Curse was like a paper-thin membrane to you; one poke, and it broke.
You suppressed every prodigy and powerhouse of your age. Illustrious backgrounds and towering reputations alike paled before you.
In this dazzling age, you shone brightest, and your name spread throughout the Myriad Realms.
Immortal Dao beings all thought highly of you, believing you were destined to reach that supreme position.
What they did not know was that this was all routine for you.
At twenty-one, you decided to pursue the legendary Battle Immortal Path.
Someone like you had to stand apart from the crowd and look impressive doing it.
The True Immortal Path was ordinary. It could not show off what made you special, so you wanted no part of it.
You found an Immortal Dao expert who was friendly toward you and asked him to send you to the Dharma-End World.
The powerhouse urged you kindly not to do anything rash. You only smiled and said nothing.
In the end, you went to the Dharma-End World. Its familiar atmosphere stirred many feelings in you.
Mm. Delightfully smooth.
At thirty-nine thousand five hundred and twenty-two, you became a Battle Immortal. It went smoothly, without a single mishap.
Such was the life of a genius.
Surely no one could fail to attain the Battle Immortal Fruit Position? Surely not?
You stood with your hands on your hips for a while, but you understood one thing: the Dao had no end. You were strong, yet Battle