Burning my own lifespan for 10,000 years — now I rule over every heaven alone.

Low-tier spirit root? So what. Trade one month of life for a year of mastery. A basic water arrow becomes a nuke. An Nascent Soul puppet crushes entire sects. Ten thousand years later, on the celestial arena, I say four words: "Who dares claim supremacy?" — and the silence says it all. Reincarnated as a lowly spirit farmer with the weakest spiritual root, Li Changsheng had no cheat system — only a single ancient text: the Chronicle of Years. Spend one month of lifespan → gain a full year's worth of cultivation insight into any skill. Spend ten years of lifespan → comprehend the very rules of the Five Elements. While others grind for centuries with little progress, he buys his way to the peak — with his own life as currency. Resources, techniques, divine powers, puppets — everything is purchasable with his "lifespan balance." Ten millennia later, the immortal realm descends into chaos. Factions rise. Gods clash. In his secluded palace, Li Changsheng slowly opens his eyes and speaks: "I am here. Now — who among you dares call yourself sovereign?" This is not arrogance. It is the weight of 10,000 years of life, paid in full, one month at a time.