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Thirty Years East, Thirty Years West. Don’t you bully the young and poor!

Split open the sky! 

Go against Heaven! 

Sick and tired of that kind of cultivation quote and troupe? The never-ending long grind that seemed to have one world after another once you supposedly reached the false apexes? 

Well, it’s time to broaden your horizons! You shall now be blessed with the perspective of someone who’s at the top of the top: Ye Ming.

Someone who had foolishly decided to experience mortal life before realizing how crap it was. It was time to return to his real life. 

“I wasn’t born with a diamond spoon, but born with the endgame life.” Ye Ming laughed sinisterly. He was the sole Young Master of a family who dominated everything already.

Trash cultivation? Trash spiritual roots? Trash background? 

Sorry, but that ain’t Ye Ming! 

However, he does have one great and relatable trait: procrastination.

The Heavenly Dao System

Just as Ye Ming realized he had to straighten up and complete this particular assignment, he was once again startled by Ye Qing Lei's action.

She suddenly flashed multiple Celestial Flames. The Flame all danced around her in a harmonious and joyous manner.

Their colors also varied a lot, ranging from the darkest and gloomy colors to brightful and welcoming colors.

Ye Ming's eye sockets nearly fell off at the sight of such a powerful display.

"Isn't this usually the sight you see at the end of a novel?" He twitched his mouth in disbelief. Such a sight was usually reserved for the final big fight against the ultimate villain.

Yet here was his Mother, casually flexing her abundant amount of Celestial Flames.

Time and time again, Ye Ming's limited vision was widened and expanded tremendously.