On the day he was meant to die, Adrian King's cultivation started rebounding—with no upper limit. Immortal Emperors? Saints? The Will of Heaven? All step aside. His disciples are a walking disaster: the ruthless Demonic Sect leader who bows to no one—except his fist; a silver-haired loli with the strongest divine body who just wants to cook for her master; a mad blade demon who only listens to one voice; and a socially anxious mushroom practicing the Verdant Emperor's art, terrified of becoming soup. When darkness engulfs the universe and billions pray for a miracle, Adrian King finishes his barbecue, steps out slowly, and murmurs: "Relax. I'll handle it."