Kong Yisheng was wrapped in gray flames as he floated above a city. Right now he was watching as this city was being torn apart by fissures and countess Immortal Sect cultivators were screaming pitifully as they were dragged in. He recklessly laughed into the skies while striking back the small number of cultivators that were able to escape the winding fissures. He listened to their cries of despair and watched their looks of hatred as they fell back down into the chasm, and the only feeling that flowed in his chest was a comfortable warmth.

He wanted to continue watching. He wanted to bear witness to the Immortal Sect as they thoroughly crashed into the abyss of destruction, one step at a time. But what a pity, he no longer had any time left. After reaching the pinnacle of excitement, a deep emptiness appeared right after. Kong Yisheng’s eyes suddenly turned around. Unfortunately, before any tears could fall down his cheeks they were burned away by the gray flames.

“Kong Yisheng…an empty life…it seems that even reincarnating into a new life requires some technical skills. My surname...