The Great Emperor of the Immortal Realm came to play among mortals, and an ordinary woman gave birth to his child.
From then on,
the peerless emperor who ruled three thousand universes became a doting husband and dad.
“Honey, this rice was painstakingly cultivated by the Jade Immortal of the Ninth Heaven. Just one grain will grant you eternal life.”
“Honey, this milk has quite a pedigree. It comes from the Green Ox who serves the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord.”
The little girl planted her hands on her hips.
“Don’t bully me! My dad raised a dragon.”
The reincarnated Immortal Venerable scoffed.
“Foolish child, what nonsense!”
But when auspicious signs filled the sky and gods and buddhas from across the heavens appeared in the mortal realm,
the reincarnated Immortal Venerable was stunned.
It's so cliche. With such ability, a normal person would take his wife home first. The Immortal Emperor's residence is not good, and he is still slapping him in the face. I used to write about the return of the Dragon King, etc. I am speechless. I still let my daughter-in-law suffer. What kind of mentality is this?
There are always a bunch of inexplicable things that slap me in the face. It's okay once or twice, but the damn thing keeps happening and I get disgusted after seeing it too much.
Very exciting, too short