The lord of the thirtieth-ranked Ancient Joy Heaven stood on a high mountain at the highest point of his immortal world. His name was Ancient Dirge, and he was a powerful old-timer, but he had not competed for a spot as one of the god-generals or dharmarajas. Mostly because he wasn't the type of person who liked following rules set by others.

Behind him were a host of experts who were all stronger than Chaos Gods.

One of them was a young woman. “Father,” she said, “why aren’t you doing anything? Look, there are so many other immortal worlds rising up in rebellion and trying to take the god items. Why not us? Are you really going to follow the orders of that supposed league-lord, Yang Qi? Hmph!  What's so special about him anyway? He's still wet behind the ears! Maybe he stumbled across some good fortune, but his cultivation base is still completely lacking. All of us here have stronger cultivation bases than him. And now god items are literally raining down out of the sky. This is the perfect chance for our Ancient...