After ten thousand years of slumber, I awoke to become the sovereign of heaven and earth, a being no one dares defy.
Beautiful women surround me like clouds, and beneath me are nine personally trained female disciples, each peerlessly graceful and breathtakingly beautiful.
They are richer than nations and wield power over the court. They can soar through the heavens and burrow into the earth, summon wind and rain, understand the heavens and know the earth, master yin and yang and command the Eight Trigrams. A frown or smile can move mountains and rivers; a single word can determine the fate of the world.
Everyone reveres me as the supreme sovereign, fears me, and submits to me. My nine disciples are utterly loyal, regard me as their leader, and follow my every command.
No one knows that this ruler who looks down upon the world is, inside, a helpless weakling with no ability whatsoever.
I put on a grand show and cling to the peak, surrounded by nine celestial goddesses, all the while dreading the day my act is exposed and I fall from the altar.
I bear the title of sovereign of heaven and earth, but none of the substance. I rely entirely on a group of invincible beauties among my disciples to prop up this unparalleled reputation that has lasted through the ages.
