> After three hundred years of being a god, I became the laughing stock of the three worlds.
> Disciples, disciples, and grandsons soar to the top, and those who become emperors become emperors.
> I am the only one who has been fishing on the banks of the Weishui River for three hundred years.
> Today, when God came to heaven, several third-generation disciples pointed at my nose and called me a waste.
>I smiled and put away the fishing rod.
> After fishing for three hundred years, the fish finally took the bait.
> The Wei River stopped flowing, the river bed cracked, and the corpse of an ancient god and demon knelt in front of me.
> The clairvoyant was so frightened that he fell from the clouds, and the Jade Emperor's teacup shattered on the ground.
> Then they remembered - who was in charge of the Conferred Gods back then.
