What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?
Giles Baker is the grand founding patriarch of the Azure Abyss Sword Sect. For three thousand years, he remained stuck in the Energy Refining Stage, unable to establish his Foundation. Time to find some gifted ladies, for dual cultivation might just do the trick. Will he get to build his Foundation in the end?
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When the Beast Roars, the Camera Zooms In on His Hair
The CGI beast is epic—lightning, fur, golden horns—but what stole the scene? The protagonist’s hair *not moving* as 10,000 volts crackle around him. Stoic. Unbothered. Meanwhile, the side character with wild gray locks looks like he just survived a dryer explosion. Comedy gold. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Nah, he’s the only one who brought snacks to the apocalypse. 🍿
The Crowd’s Reaction Is the Real Plot Twist
Everyone in white robes stares at the beast like it’s their overdue exam result. But that one guy—torn robe, leather straps, eyes wide as mooncakes—is basically us watching: ‘Wait, is this real? Did he just summon a wolf or a Wi-Fi router?’ His panic is so relatable. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? More like What, A 3,000-Year-Old Audience Surrogate? 😅
He Walks Away While Lightning Explodes Behind Him
The ultimate power move: turn your back on chaos and stroll toward the temple like you’re late for tea. No dramatic pose, no slow-mo cape flip—just serene exit energy. The contrast between his calm and the screaming beast? Chef’s kiss. Also, his hair stays perfect. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Please. He’s the main character who forgot to die in Act 1. 🌬️✨
The Sword Handoff Was a Whole Relationship Arc
That moment when the disheveled elder finally grips the sword—hands trembling, eyes tearing up, surrounded by smiling peers—it’s less ‘battle prep’, more ‘graduation ceremony for trauma survivors’. You can feel the weight of 3,000 years in his knuckles. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? No, he’s the chosen one who *finally* got the weapon after three millennia of waiting in line. 🗡️🙏
The Sword That Glowed Like a WiFi Signal
That opening shot—golden energy surging from the palm into the sword? Pure visual dopamine. The way the blade hums with latent power while the crowd holds its breath… it’s not just magic, it’s *vibe*. And yes, I paused to screenshot the glow. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? More like What, A 3,000-Year-Old Flex? 🔥