At the start of the second year of the Zhenguan era, an eight-year-old boy rode a blue ox into Chang'an, trailing a purple aura for thirty thousand li!
Li Shimin grudgingly honored him as the reincarnated heir of the Sage Ancestor Li Er. From then on, the boy took charge of the Daoist sect and was hailed as the Supreme Lord of the Golden Palace, the Profound Origin Daoist!
"Ancestor, the Turks have invaded and reached the Wei River. Please grant me a strategy to repel them!" Outside the Profound Origin Golden Palace, Li Shimin knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.
"Great Ancestor, Mother's illness has flared up again. Father sent me to ask for an elixir." Princess Changle knelt outside the Chaotian Palace, sobbing softly.
"Ancestor, I've mastered the positions you taught me the other day. Hurry and teach me some new ones!" Princess Gaoyang beamed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes misty.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
What kind of rubbish saint is this? Saints are immortal, have no past and future, and all the saints are just ants. Just a bastard saint like you is still making trouble with a bunch of mortals here. A true saint can destroy this whole world with just one thought.
The demon lord is Rahu, so I have to say this book is true or false.