My name is Liu Yuan, and I'm a section chief at the Transmigration Administration.
My wife is an immortal banished from the heavens, but after three years of marriage, the doctor says our bloodlines are so far apart that there's an unbridgeable gulf between us.
In this cutthroat age where “no kids means you're cut,” I've become the office's notorious genetic dead end.
I've made peace with it. I might as well lie flat.
But my genes seem a little too fired up.
[With the blood of a mortal, I'll shake the foundations of immortals and gods! Kill!]
[Though our army may perish a hundred times over, our Daoist hearts will not waver! Fight again!]
When our eldest daughter is born, heavenly auspicious signs appear, and purple energy stretches thirty thousand li from the east!
She's actually a [Desolate Ancient Sacred Body]!
As soon as she's born, myriad paths bow in worship.
The second child is a [Chaos-Born Demon Seed].
The third, the fourth... the fifth...
Watching my cultivation grow as my children repay me with their blessings,
I've finally come to terms with it.
Kids, work hard from now on. Then you can take Dad along for the ride.
[More children, more blessings + multiple heroines + System + cutthroat competition + lighthearted comedy + absolute chaos]
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