Supreme Ascension System: Founding the Strongest Immortal Sect
"I spent my first life conquering an empire. I will spend my second conquering the Heavens.”
Yan Zhao was a Founding Emperor. He possessed power, glory, and an empire that bowed at his command. Yet in the end, none of it mattered. He died as all mortals do, grasping for immortality that never came.
Then he awakens again.
This time no throne awaits him, and no loyal armies stand at his side. Instead, he opens his eyes in the broken body of Lin Que, a slave of the Luoyan Clan, beaten nearly to death over a mistake so trivial it would have meant nothing in any sane world.
In a world where cultivators split mountains, command the winds, and walk the skies, a servant’s life is worth less than the dust beneath their feet.
But Yan Zhao did not come empty handed.
[Supreme Ascension System Activated.]
[Primary Task: Establish a Supreme Immortal Sect within one thousand years.]
[Failure: Termination.]
From a nameless servant to a sect founder. From mortal wretch to an immortal sovereign.
The Young Masters think they can trample him? The great sects think they own the sky?
They have forgotten one thing: You do not threaten an Emperor. You either kneel... or you fall.
ImmortalVenerable1 · Eastern
Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.