I said that I was an ancient god, but the immortals in heaven didn't believe me. I smiled, but the little gods who had just ascended were different. They believed in me, but it was of no use. Hundreds, thousands, or even ten thousand years later, those little gods from back then would slowly mature, and when they became immortals step by step, they would also begin to disbelieve me, and even begin to despise their own innocence. After all, they had never seen a lazy and idle fairy like me, let alone an ancient god. This is really an injustice to me. Which of the ancient gods has not turned into a spirit and is either suppressing the devil in the dragon abyss, or is it being suppressed under the dragon abyss? Heaven began to be boring. One day when I was tired of storytelling at Nantianmen, I accidentally went down to the lower world and found that the mortal world was actually much more interesting. Tsk tsk tsk, did you agree to rest at sunset? Why is it so luxurious here at night? Oh, the daughter dancing on the stage is really beautiful. She is both beautiful and enchanting. I'm afraid even the little foxes in Qingqiu can't compare to her.