I cultivated for a thousand years in the Age of Dharma Decline, finally attaining the Dao and becoming an emperor, only to discover that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had long since dried up.
> The divine powers that once moved mountains and overturned seas now seemed like a waste of energy even for chopping wood.
> So I disguised myself as an ordinary person and went into the city to deliver takeout, only to get chewed out by the station manager over a bad review.
> Then one day, a group calling themselves the “Cultivation Committee” showed up at my door. “Senior, when you pretend to be an ordinary person like this, you make things very difficult for us...”
