The Beloved Little Kunpeng, Wielding a Brick to Smack the Demon King

A three-year-old little dumpling woke from chaos, cried softly for a while, then slung a brick bigger than herself onto her back and toddled out. She was going to find her friends and play!

She didn't know she was the last Kunpeng in the primordial world. She didn't know that the "little rock" she'd picked up was a supreme treasure of heaven and earth. And she certainly didn't know that the little friends whose heads she'd smacked with her brick, and who chased after her calling her "Big Sis," would all become peerless demon kings who made the Hundred Thousand Mountains tremble once they left the forest.

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox? That was her snuggle buddy.

The Ancestor Zhulong? She'd ridden on his shoulders to watch the stars.

Taotie, lord of all demons? Last time he stole her cookies, she smacked him with a brick and buried him three feet underground.

As factions from all sides gathered and the grand assembly of the myriad races began, a little dumpling with a brick on her back and jam on her face descended from the sky on seven-colored clouds.

She tilted up her little face and said in a sweet, childish voice, "Which of you bullied my friends? Want me to smack you?"