Honghuang: From the Start, I Was Li Jing, and My Son Nezha Wants to Kill Me

I transmigrated to the time before the Investiture of the Gods War. Li Jing was an insignificant bit-part character, sure, but at least he had the reputation of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li.

But what the hell, why was this Li Jing abusive? Why was he tormenting his three sons?!

Worst of all, Nezha had turned demonic and swore to cut off his own father's head!

Tang Xiaochuan stared at his own son, standing before him with Wind-and-Fire Wheels beneath his feet, the Red Armillary Sash coiled around him, and a red-tasseled spear pointed at his face. He threw his head back and sighed. "This brat's about to turn the world upside down!"

Fortunately, Heaven hadn't forsaken me.

I have a fragment of the Primordial God. As long as I'm willing to spend money and hustle for more, I can gain a measure of fortune and acquire the abilities and treasures of figures from the two great calamities of the Dragon-Phoenix and Witch-Demon eras.

The Investiture of the Gods War is nothing special. In front of some of the mighty figures from the Witch-Demon era, it's child's play.

Tang Xiaochuan smiled and pulled a palm-sized Eastern Emperor Bell from his sleeve. Looking at Nezha, who glared at him with murderous intent, he said, "Good son, listen..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.