Ling Fan, a celestial god descended to the mortal world, returned to the ways of the world to cultivate once more.
The servants and subordinates he left behind fifty years ago had all become billionaires or high-ranking officials. Now they clung to his leg, weeping and begging him to help them live forever and cultivate immortality.
A casual remark from him could set a goal of a hundred million, and a mere frown could send the White House in America into a political earthquake.
That year, he stood with his hands on his hips, hoping to live quietly as an ordinary man and spend his days lazing around. But his strength wouldn’t let him: even the slightest effort was enough to reach the limits of what Earth could handle!
It's so obvious