Mortals say that gods are pure and have no desires and desires, and they can sacrifice themselves for the sake of the six generations of people at any time. By mortal standards, I'm not really a good god. He is petty and vindictive, timid and cherishes his life. When I was young, I spent so much time in the human world with my master that the aura of immortality was worn away from my body. Over the years, he returned to the Heavenly Palace to change his past, determined to become the most elegant god in the sky. But things turned out to be the opposite, and I accidentally made a mistake. The Emperor of Heaven, who has long disliked me, issued a decree to demote me to the mortal world and undergo two years of training. Two years in heaven are ten lives in the human world. How can I not go? I have just washed away the smell of the world, and I still want to be the most elegant god...