I was the Sun for billions of years, until I got bored of existence.

Then, I collapsed into a black hole.

When I next opened my eyes, I had become an infant in a world of cultivation.

They tested my Spirit Roots; the Spirit Stones didn’t react at all.

I felt as though something was missing from my body, so… I grew them myself.

They taught me spells.

I mastered them with a single glance and optimized them on a whim.

They said I was too bloodthirsty.

I replied, “Gentlemen, please die here.”

I intended to be an ordinary cultivator,

but everything seems to be going slightly off the rails.