"Vincent, stop sleeping, let's play another ranked match!" Inside a cybercafe in Delton, a pudgy hand nudged the thin, pale-faced young man sitting next to him.

'Vincent' woke up, a touch of confusion on his face. After scanning his surroundings, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Who would've thought, I unexpectedly returned to the past...," the young man silently thought.

Vincent held a position among the Nine Great Immortal Emperors in the universe, an entity at the very top of the cosmic pyramid. During his forcible entry into the Primordial Heavenly Realm, he encountered resistance from powerful beings residing there. Facing an enormous palm capable of shattering the universe within an instant, Vincent set his soul ablaze and counteracted with his power of space-time. As a result, he ended up in a time tunnel.

The cost was Vincent nearly becoming a mortal. His divine power evaporated without a trace, only his immortal emperor's soul, known as "undestroyable by a myriad calamities", remained, albeit covered in cracks.

"Still, it's thanks to this palm I am able to start over and make those who ruined my life pay," Vincent clenched his fists, his eyes filled with cold determination.

"And Prima, this time around, I'll protect you. I won't let you suffer any grievances!"

"Ding~." The phone on the side rang.

Promptly grabbing the phone, Vincent checked the message from Prima.

"Vincent, tomorrow's your birthday. I've just graduated and started my internship, so I can't take the day off. I've had someone bring a present back for you. I'm sorry, dear."

Vincent grew up in Delton without a mother, and his father was always away doing a traditional medicine business. Although his father sent ample allowance every month, he only came home during holidays.

Prima was the elder sister who grew up with him, gentle and kind, bringing infinite warmth and care to the lonely Vincent.

Yet, all of this was ruined by a man named Wade. To acquire Prima, Wade had kidnapped Vincent to menace Prima into submission.

Vincent would never forget Prima's last look. Desolate, determined, and full of love. After witnessing Vincent with his limbs broken and cast aside on the road, and realizing how Wade deceived her, Prima had leapt from a hotel window!

Before Vincent could even voice his grief, a heavy steel pipe struck his head!

Upon regaining consciousness, Vincent realized that his father's hair had completely whitened, and found himself confined to a bed, paralyzed.

After all the borrowed money had been spent to save Vincent, they were expelled from the hospital because they were penniless. Left with no choice, the father and son were forced to live in a shabby hut, barely surviving by begging and scavenging.

This nightmare ended quickly with the arrival of envoys from Wade.

Watching his hunchbacked father shielding him from the lead pipes, Vincent wept, his tears pouring like rain. In his last few minutes of life, he stared intently at the faces of those people, vowing vengeance.

Stubborn spite kept a sliver of Vincent's soul intact. He started his road to cultivation as a ghost, later awakening the power of space-time, achieving extraordinary leaps in his practice.

His relentless cultivation was aimed at reversing time to change the past he regretted so deeply. Unexpectedly, he returned amid a deadly crisis.

"Fate is playing tricks on people," muttered Vincent as he looked at Lin Shi's profile picture on WeChat, the rage in his heart gradually fading, replaced by a gentle smile. "Prima, you will soon see a brand new me!"

"Wake up, Vincent? Come on, let's play a game!" A chubby hand handed him a can of Red Bull.

The owner of the chubby hand was Nigel, who, due to his short and plump figure, was called "Nigel." He was one of Vincent's few friends.

"I have something to do. You guys have fun," said Vincent, who had lost interest in computer games and was now intent on practicing.

"Did your girlfriend just leave? Missing her already, Vincent?" Nigel adjusted the glasses perched on his bulbous nose, his squinted eyes revealing a meaningful smile.

Vincent was taken aback. He recalled that he had a girlfriend named Renata. In his previous life, as soon as her family learned that Li's family had been bankrupted by Wade, they avoided him like the plague.

Shaking his head, Vincent wondered at the folly of his past self. Even if he was just a college graduate and unfamiliar with the ways of the world, how could he be attracted to such a gold-digger?

"I'll pay for one more day of internet for you guys. I'll get going now."

Nigel and the others cheered at these words, bidding Vincent farewell without further comment.

He casually took out his phone and sent a message to Renata that said 'Let's break up', then stopped thinking about his girlfriend. They hadn't kissed or even shared a bed, so he naturally didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt.

However, Renata, who usually responded immediately to his WeChat messages, did not react. Vincent chose to ignore this anomaly, convoluted with his thoughts about the cultivation practices.

Cultivation, only with immense power, can one overcome the inertia of time and change their destiny.

As the master of spacetime, Vincent understood this better than anyone else.

Delton city, surrounded by sea on three sides, is blessed with a fraction of the ley line from the Cloud Mountains, and within its deep forests, one could expect areas rich with spiritual energy.

He flagged down a taxi and headed straight for Great mountain.

"Whew, I've been living in this city for more than 20 years, and this is my first time coming to Great mountain. It's quite nice. Facing the vast sea, absorbing its spiritual energy, surrounded by mountains, harbors a ton of spiritual energy. Oh? Is that a hint of the Longevity Grass's scent?"

Great mountain was a battlefield during World War II, and many enemy soldiers died here. So, it was reasonable to expect the presence of Life Essence, and in turn, the birth of Longevity Grass.

Vincent nodded in satisfaction. It appeared that this time, he would have a good harvest. The Longevity Grass was just as common as dogstail in the practice world, but in a world where spiritual energy was exhausted, it was one of the few existing miracles of nature.

When he reached deep into the mountains, Vincent realized that the place with the densest spiritual energy was already occupied by someone.

An old man was sitting cross-legged under an old tree, seemingly meditating. Not far away, a young woman was practicing her punching skills. Her breasts bounced rhythmically with her movements, capturing immediate attention.

A group of people, who looked like bodyguards, were lazing around in the shade of the trees.

Vincent glanced over and noticed a wisp of qi in the old man's body. He might appear like a celestial being, but in Vincent's eyes, he was simply putting on a show.

"He's too weak, can't even reach the transcendental stage. Plus, this old man has sustained hidden injuries, his days are numbered. That girl doesn't even have qi, practicing her punches here is such a waste."

"Her punches are too primitive. Even though top-tier punching methods evolved from primitive ones, she's clearly delivering her punches all wrong."

Vincent shook his head, no longer paying attention to these people, and started to search for traces of the longevity grass around him.

The girl was somewhat annoyed seeing Vincent carelessly coming to the place where she and her grandfather were practicing martial arts. Then the other party pretended to shake his head as if he was looking down at the inherited fist style that she was practicing, which angered her even more.

Now seeing Vincent wandering around within a hundred meters, his surreptitious behavior made her even angrier, and she shouted, "Hey, boy, do you not know the first come first serve rule? We got here first. If you have nothing to do, go play somewhere else!"

The bodyguards nearby were reaching their hands towards their waists, seemingly ready to draw something out.

The girl was slender, with a very pretty face, but the arrogance between her eyebrows made her look somewhat unwelcoming.

Ignoring the girl's fury, Vincent found a sunny spot to sit down and focused on sensing the location of the longevity grass.

This was the first time the girl had been ignored, and she shouted angrily, "This guy must be here to steal our techniques! I'm warning you, leave now or face the consequences!"

"With your fancy but impractical martial arts, I wouldn't even give them a second glance," Vincent finally replied. As an immortal emperor being accused of stealing martial arts, it was indeed absurdly hilarious, something that would get people laughing if spread out.

The term "Immortal Emperor" represents the pinnacle of individual power in this universe. An Immortal Emperor thinks about 'taking' and 'stealing'? Who qualifies the Immortal Emperor to steal?

"Arrogant!" The girl was furious, even the old man sitting under the tree opened his eyes and glared at Vincent discontentedly.

"You said that my martial arts are nothing but showy moves, then let me see what supreme martial art you've cultivated!" The girl assumed a fighting stance, ready to launch an attack.