A wish-fulfillment story that gradually turns dark
The swallows return to their nest! He can be the crimson ruler who dares mock the abyss, and the King of Ten Thousand Forms who toys with every living thing in the world.
Li Tian, the Supreme God of the Divine Realm ten thousand years in the future, crosses the river of time and returns to ten thousand years in the past.
He and his mother, whom ordinary mortals in a secret realm have chosen as a sacrifice, are bound to an altar.
He had planned to quietly protect his mother. Who could have known his beast companion was the sacred beast Qilin? Not only does it frighten away a true dragon, it also helps itself to the dragon's whiskers, planning to leave them for Li Tian to forge into a sword.
The islanders who planned to sacrifice them tremble in fear, calling him "Immortal" over and over as they kneel and beg forgiveness!
Li Tian looks at the natives of the secret realm prostrated before him, utterly baffled:
It's the beast, not me! I'm really no immortal. Stop kneeling!
The blurb can't do it justice. Read the story for yourself.
