God of Desolation and Slaughter

“So I am the Eternal Emperor of Slaughter!”
After an unknown period of unconsciousness, Xia Jiuxuan awoke drenched in sweat and shot up from the floor of the woodshed.
At that moment, a surge of unfamiliar memories poured into his mind, confirming that the visions he’d seen during his fainting spell were no mere dream.
In his previous life, he had been the foremost Emperor of Slaughter atop the Nine Heavens.
But as he was about to transcend tribulation and become the God of Slaughter—at his most vulnerable—he was betrayed by his dearest friend, who revealed his whereabouts.
The result was his death at the hands of the assembled gods.
“This is… the Xuanwu Realm… Such a familiar feeling—now I remember. This… this is the very world I once created with my own hands!”
Sensing his surroundings, Xia Jiuxuan suddenly realized that this world of martial cultivation was none other than the internal world he had forged long ago.
But back then, dissatisfied with its slow development, he had expelled and abandoned it from his body after achieving his true form as the Emperor of Slaughter.
Who could have imagined that this very decision would one day grant him the chance for reincarnation!
“You gods of the Nine Heavens, you would never have guessed that I retained a world of my own making, would you? Otherwise, you would have utterly destroyed my soul, leaving no hope of reincarnation. Heaven has not forsaken me, Xia Jiuxuan!”
He reached for a dark red, sword-shaped pendant at his chest.
“Fortunately, I brought you along as w