One of the strongest and most invincible spiritual cultivators, who had cultivated for thousands of years and reached the realm of a Half-Immortal, became someone whom both Heaven and Hell feared because of his unstoppable power.

However, in their eyes, a mere mortal from the lower realm was not worthy of attaining immortality or transcendent power. They believed that someone of mortal origin had no right to step into the domain of gods.

And so, they made a decision.
They would kill him.

Heaven and Hell joined forces and started a catastrophic war known as the Heavenly–Hell War, all for the sake of defeating a single person. Billions of Heavenly warriors, devils, demonic beasts, demonic cultivators, and immortal cultivators participated in this war.

All of them united with one goal:
To kill a single lower-realm mortal who had risen beyond his destined limits.
But fate had other plans.

After his death, his soul transmigrated into another world, where he was reborn as the daughter of a Grand Duke.

In his new life, he was no longer a man.

He was reborn as a girl in an entirely different world.

In a battlefield that looked like the graveyard of eternity, hundreds of thousands of ancient warriors lay scattered across the land. Broken weapons were buried in the soil, banners burned to ash, and the wind carried the smell of blood and ruin.


At the center of it all, a 25-year-old man knelt on the ground. A spear had pierced straight through his abdomen. His body was drenched in blood, and yet his eyes still burned with defiance. Through pain-filled breaths, he said,


"What wrong did I ever do to you, Heavenly Emperor?"


A giant dragon made entirely of pure energy descended from the heavens. Its massive form radiated overwhelming power as it stopped directly in front of the wounded warrior. Then, slowly, the energy dragon dissolved into particles of light.


From within that fading radiance emerged the Heavenly Emperor himself.


He looked overwhelmingly powerful, his mere presence distorting the air around him. He walked toward the kneeling warrior and said with cold amusement:


"Oh, look at this… The Immortal Dao Monster, Juang Lan. After thousands of years of spiritual cultivation, you dared to go against Heaven and Hell. And now look at you… kneeling on the ground."


"You couldn't even save your family in the past… and now, in the Heavenly–Hell War, you couldn't even save yourself."


Coughing up blood, Juang Lan glared at him and replied,


"You call yourself Feng Yuwan, the Heavenly Emperor… yet you didn't even come to fight me personally during this war. And now that I'm gravely wounded, you stand here acting like a god."


Hearing this, Emperor Feng Yuwan's expression darkened.


"Oh? Your attitude still hasn't broken? How could it, I suppose…"


"You bastard, Juang Lan. You single-handedly slaughtered half of my Heavenly warriors — warriors who alone destroyed countless worlds. Even cosmic beings could not defeat them. And not just them… you wiped out Hell's demonic beasts and devils as well, creatures capable of erasing entire worlds in a single strike."


He stared down at the dying cultivator.


"But now… you stand at the final stage of your life."


Chapter 1 - The Warrior in War field