After Becoming Emperor, the System Kneels and Delivers Itself

After three thousand years of bitter cultivation, I climbed from a menial disciple to the position of Immortal Emperor. No golden finger, no old master, no system. While my peers relied on elixirs to break through, I cultivated hard. While geniuses used divine weapons to leapfrog levels, I cultivated hard. Then I became emperor. And then, the golden finger that was three thousand years late finally arrived— [Sign in for a hundred thousand years, reward: Chaos Supreme Treasure! During this period, you must not use your cultivation!] Me: ??? Before becoming emperor, I had nothing and fought against the whole world. After becoming emperor, I have everything, but the system wants me to be a grandson? What's more, those geniuses from the lower realm who once stepped on me are all still alive. They've gone into hiding, with even stronger golden fingers, laying plans for a thousand years, waiting to harvest the heavens. Fine, let this 'waste immortal emperor' play with you all.