The silver moon hung full in the night sky, its radiant glow cascading like liquid silk across the heavens and earth.

Inside a dilapidated thatched hut, a young man jolted awake from a nightmare, his eyes darting around in bewilderment.

"Is this Panshan Town in the Tianxuan Continent?"

"I didn’t perish in the apocalyptic calamity... Instead, I’ve been reborn—returned to my youth thirty thousand years in the past."

His mind surged like a tempestuous sea, countless thoughts crashing through his consciousness in an instant.

After carefully surveying his surroundings and confirming this was no illusion, a faint but exhilarated smile flickered across his pale, delicate features.

"I’m back. I’m truly back!"

"But some people’s days of ease are about to come to an end."

The young man was named Li Mubai, also known as Li Cangming. Blessed with the once-in-an-era Cangming Tyrant Body, he had traversed the cosmos for millennia without suffering a single defeat.

Even before his Tyrant Body reached its full potential, he had already ventured into forbidden lands to suppress ancient calamities, slaying divine beings of the nine heavens and subduing demons of the ten directions. He commanded the six realms and eight wastelands, sweeping across countless worlds.

Worshiped by myriad races, he stood atop the pinnacle of the Great Dao, ultimately becoming the peerless and indomitable Ironblood Emperor.

Yet who could have imagined that such an unrivaled sovereign had endured a youth filled with hardship and humiliation?

Once, his limbs had been crippled, forcing him to live like a dog for decades—a plight so pitiable it drew sighs of sorrow from all who heard it.

Had his master, the Jade Cauldron Sage, not passed by and rescued him at the brink of death, this future emperor might have vanished into obscurity, reduced to mere dust beneath the earth.

By the time he gained the power to return, the world had changed beyond recognition—the seas had turned to fields, and familiar faces were long gone.

It was precisely because of this that countless unresolved regrets had taken root in his heart, forming an insurmountable inner demon that barred him from ever crossing that final threshold to reach the pinnacle of true immortality.

Forced to self-destruct his imperial form to halt the apocalyptic calamity from ravaging the world, he had expected to perish completely, his Dao extinguished. Yet against all odds, he had traversed time itself and been reborn into his youth.

"Hmph. Now that I've returned in this life, I won't leave any regrets behind—not a single one."

Just then, the door creaked open gently, and a young maiden in her early teens stepped in gracefully, her face alight with joy as she gazed at Li Mubai. "Young Master, you're awake! Thank the heavens!"

The sight of her tattered clothes sent a pang of guilt surging through Li Mubai's heart. Even his unshakable, diamond-hard Dao heart softened with tenderness.

"In my past life, she suffered endlessly by my side, enduring humiliation, only to meet a cruel end—defiled by vile men and left to rot in the wilderness, denied even a proper burial."

The mere thought of it ignited a blaze of fury within his usually detached soul, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles cracked audibly.

"Young Master—"

The girl, Lian'er, instinctively took a step back, frightened by the sudden rage twisting his features and the murderous aura radiating from him.

Noticing her alarm, Li Mubai steadied his turbulent emotions and exhaled a long, regretful sigh.

"At least in this life... it's not too late."

He stepped forward and gently ruffled her hair, his voice thick with remorse. "Lian'er, I'm sorry. All these years... you've suffered because of me."

"Young Master, don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing him calm again, Lian'er finally let out a quiet breath of relief.

Some time ago, the young master had been ambushed and severely beaten, remaining unconscious until now. Upon waking, it was only natural for him to seethe with anger.

A maidservant stepped forward to console him, speaking softly, "We're newcomers here, so it's inevitable we'll face some exclusion and bullying. Young Master, it's best to endure it for now."

"Just some bullying?"

Li Mubai let out a silent, bitter laugh. "Perhaps that's what he thought back then too!"

But having lived through an entire lifetime, Li Mubai knew that this humiliation was only the beginning—far more tragic suffering lay ahead.

He, Li Mubai, was the legitimate young master of the Li family in Maple Leaf City, yet he was shamelessly tormented and humiliated by a group of lowly servants.

All of this happened simply because he had been branded as a talentless cripple, incapable of cultivation. And there was another, more crucial reason—he owed his "special treatment" to the thoughtful care of his dear cousins.

"But in this life, I will make you repay me tenfold for what you owe me."

After gently ushering the maidservant into his room, Li Mubai stepped out under the dim glow of the moon, strolling silently along a secluded path outside Panshan Town.

The once-overwhelming divine power that had allowed him to dominate the heavens and suppress all laws had now vanished without a trace. His vast spiritual sense, capable of enveloping entire realms, had also dissipated completely.

Now, he was truly nothing more than an ordinary mortal, incapable of cultivation.

Yet none of that mattered to him. As long as he had returned, everything he had lost would be his again.

Settling into a cross-legged position in a remote mountain hollow, Li Mubai began absorbing the ambient spiritual energy, channeling it to strike against his dantian, which was as unyielding as solid iron.

For mortals seeking immortality, the first step was to shatter the dantian and form a sea of energy. Only then could they draw the essence of heaven and earth into their bodies, tempering their flesh and nourishing their souls. This crucial step was known as "Breaking the Dantian, Opening the Profound."

Li Mubai had been shackled by his constitution, forever unable to "Break the Dantian, Open the Profound" and form his sea of energy—hence why he had been dismissed as a hopeless cripple.

Though his father had exhausted the family's entire fortune—even losing his position as clan head in the process—he still couldn't help his son break through the dantian's impenetrable barrier.

As a result, Li Mubai became the biggest laughingstock in Mapleleaf City's Li Clan, even across the entire Mirror Province. People mockingly dubbed him the "Ultimate Daddy's Disgrace," the most useless waste of resources anyone had ever seen.

But how could these ignorant mortals possibly know? He possessed the rarest celestial physique in all of history—the "Cangming Tyrant Body."

It wasn't until he met his master, the Jade Cauldron Sage, that everything changed. Only then did the true, unstoppable might of his unrivaled physique finally awaken.

Li Mubai frowned slightly, lost in thought. *"Master won't arrive here for decades yet. I can't afford to wait that long."*

But breaking open a dantian as unyielding as tempered steel required an unimaginable amount of rare spiritual treasures and heavenly herbs. Even his master, a true sage, had nearly depleted his lifetime's accumulation of resources just to barely succeed.

Those resources equaled the combined wealth of several great clans! Where could he possibly obtain such treasures now?

But who was he?

The only Tyrant Body cultivator in all eternity to ascend as an Emperor—revered even among emperors as their sovereign.

He had mastered the techniques of countless races, fused with the Heavenly Dao itself, and nearly surpassed even the primordial laws to become the supreme ruler of existence. Of course he had a way to overcome this predicament.

Yet every possible method was agonizingly slow. Each would take at least ten painstaking years of grinding progress—and time was the one thing he couldn't spare.

His brow furrowed deeper as he murmured, *"It seems... there's only one way left."*