Invincible in Stature, Ruling the Nine Heavens!

There is a man on the Nine Heavens Continent.

His name is Fang Chi. Standing in a crowd, he looks like a fresh green bamboo stalk just watered, clean and unassuming in every way, except for a face so stunning that even gods and Buddhas would lose themselves staring at it.

His favorite pastime is fishing by the river. He can sit all day with a pot of pre-rain Longjing tea. Who would guess that those hands can crush the scepter of the supreme ruler of the Divine Realm and casually mend a rift in the Immortal Realm?

“Mr. Fang, the demons are attacking!”

“Oh. Let me finish catching this golden-scaled fish.”

“Young Master Fang, the Heavenly Way is collapsing. The Three Realms are doomed!”

“What's the rush? Try this tea brewed with a thousand-year-old snow lotus first.”

He is the Nine Heavens Continent's trump-card fighter, yet people always mistake him for a pampered young noble out on a spring picnic. Elders from the Divine Realm bring him ancient treasures and beg him to act, but he just smiles and shakes his head. “How about a game of chess instead?” Fairies from the Immortal Realm offer him their peerless beauty and beg to become his disciples. He raises an eyebrow and hands them a fishing rod. “Learn to catch the moon in the water first.”

No one knows that this sun-loving young man is the ace the Heavenly Way planted in secret, the final pillar destined to hold up the Three Realms as they fall. And no one knows that as he strolls unconcernedly through the teahouses of the Human Realm, the clouds of the Divine Realm, and the Jade Pool of the Immortal Realm, a line of goddesses and immortal maidens with blushing cheeks and love letters in hand has been following him all along.

When the apocalypse tears open the sky and every race falls to its knees, weeping and begging the gods for help, Fang Chi finally takes his time putting away his fishing rod.

“You're disturbing my fishing.”

With a wave of his hand, gods and demons across the sky vanish into ashes.

So this is what it means to be invincible: he can't even be bothered to show off. After all, to him, every raging storm in the world is less interesting than the ripples trembling in his teacup. (Pure power fantasy)