Chapter 1: So boring, I just want to die.

On the peak of Xichuan Devil City, a figure in red lay on a large stone, following a red ball that had been transformed by the advanced 40th-century technology "Baby Love Me".

"Mother, a group of cultivators has gathered at the foot of the mountain, claiming to be exorcising demons and protecting the way by killing you."

"Really?" Wan sat up abruptly, "Come on, come on, let them kill me."

The little ball, "…" was a silent mourning for the cultivators down the mountain.

She descended gracefully, landing before a group of cultivators gathered at the foot of the mountain. From her lofty position, she surveyed them with an air of superiority, "I hear you intend to kill me?"

"Great Demon Lord, you slaughtered all cultivators, disregarding morality and conscience. Everyone has the right to kill you! Today we shall act on behalf of heaven, avenging those deceased cultivators!"

"Great Demon Lord, do you still remember the Ethereal Immortal Venerable who died at your hands fifty years ago? That was my mother! Today, I shall avenge her!"

"And my father too!"

"My master!"

"Wan, you must die today!"

Hundreds of cultivators gathered, each filled with righteous anger. Their eyes were blazing with hatred, wishing they could devour Wan and suck her dry.

Facing the crowd's fury, Wan shook his hands and said, "I've killed so many people, how could I remember who is who. But whether you want revenge or to steal treasure, stop talking and get on with it."

A multitude of cultivators were thoroughly enraged and instantly attacked as one.

For centuries, she'd lived a bored and aimless existence, yearning for death. But she wasn't the type who would stand there passively waiting to be killed. Every time someone tried to kill her, she'd put up a fight… and in the end, those who tried to kill her ended up dead.

There's no way, he's simply too strong, unrivaled in the world.

Today is no different from the past.

Wan Yi waved her sleeves, sending out a surge of spiritual energy that shattered the surrounding cultivators instantly. A gust of wind swept through the area, leaving no trace of the hundreds of top human experts who had been here just moments before.

"I only used one strength," sighed Wan, with a sigh.

Little ball An, "Mama, don't be sad, everything will die eventually."

“Oh, why is it so difficult to just die?” Wan raised her head and looked at the sky. “If I had known back then that when we crossed over to this continent with you, I should have acted like a proper good-for-nothing, living a life of leisure until I died in my seventies or eighties, it would have been better. At least I wouldn't be alone like this now, with all my loved ones and friends dead. ”

"Mother…"

"Damn it! Damn fate!" Wan pointed at the sky, "If you give me another chance, I swear I'll become a total loser! Screw the path of strength, screw saving all beings, who cares what happens, it has nothing to do with me..."

"Whoosh!"

A bolt of black-purple lightning ripped through the sky, suddenly descending from the heavens and striking Wan before she could finish her sentence.

When heaven and earth were lost, mountains and rivers tumbled. For a moment, the entire Blackwind Continent was plunged into endless darkness.

"Hey, this is bad. He's probably dead! This is terrible, if the three brothers find out we killed him, they'll kill us!"

"Scared… scared of what? We'll just find a place to bury the body, who will know we killed him. Come on... come on, find a sack to put him in and then take him somewhere deserted and bury him."

Listening to the clamoring noises around her, she frowned and opened her eyes.

Shouldn't he have been struck by lightning and died? How did he come back to life? Damn it, even wanting to die is so difficult?