I was once a supreme cultivator in the Age of Declining Dharma. When I opened my eyes again, I had become Bai Ma, destined to die among the fields of Tibetan Sea flowers. This time, death will not be my fate. My Golden Core cultivation and pocket dimension are all I need to rewrite everything.
Zhang Qiling is my son, not the Zhang family's holy infant. Hei Xiazi is my disciple, no longer wandering alone. Xie Yuchen is my adopted son, and he won't have to take charge of the family at eight.
The Zhang family's ancient towers? I'll turn them into legend. The Wang family's conspiracy? I can wipe it out with a wave of my hand. I'll cut down every tragedy inflicted on my children.
This is a mother's story. Who says a cultivation powerhouse can't raise kids? I intend to build them the warmest home in this tomb-raiding world, and keep them strong and carefree for the rest of their lives.
Why do you let the enemy go for the third time over and over again?