I was born a High God. All living beings grovel at my feet, and I have never been defeated, yet I have never been able to break through and become a God Emperor.
They say my cultivation of the heart is lacking, that I lack love and affection.
Hmph. It's just that when they get beaten, they wail and beg for mercy, while I remain unmoved. I'm not the one getting beaten, and I'm not the one suffering. Of course I can't make those ugly, exaggerated faces. How does that mean I lack love and affection?
The more they said it over the years, the less it affected me.
Yes, I was absolutely not swayed. I was just a little bored and a little curious, that's all.
Having never had a divine partner, one day I suddenly wanted to give it a try.
The gods in the Ninth Heaven have a fixed impression of me, so it would be hard to make the first move.
So I chose the most difficult mortal tribulation of love and went down to the mortal realm without hesitation.
Before my tribulation, I thought I'd have a tangled love-hate relationship with a goddess or fairy. Though, to me, they were no different from plants and trees.
But what I expected was not what happened.
With my memories sealed, I became a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, making a point of leaving a trail of broken hearts wherever I went. How does that make any sense?
And that's not even the most unreasonable part.
When my tribulation ended and I returned to the Ninth Heaven, I actually broke through and became a God Emperor, the mightiest being in all the heavens and earth.
The gods fear and respect me. None of them dares speak a word against me anymore.
Only after my memories returned did I learn that the solemn, muscular man in the Ninth Heaven who always hid at a distance to secretly watch me was my fated soulmate from my mortal tribulation.
How could this old-fashioned, rigid man have been so passionately devoted to me in the mortal realm, yet act like the other gods after returning to the Ninth Heaven, treating me according to their fixed impression of me?
Ridiculous. He even pretends we're strangers, while constantly claiming he'd brave fire and water for me.
I'm angry. I have to teach him a harsh lesson and show him that wherever we are, whenever it is, I'm the strongest in every way.
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The Divine Lord is cold and aloof, like ice that has endured for ages.
Ying Li will never forget that fleeting glimpse. He has always kept his love for the Divine Lord buried in his heart.
When the Divine Lord descended to the mortal realm to seek a breakthrough, Ying Li felt it might be the only chance in his life to get a little closer and protect the Divine Lord from afar.
The Divine Lord in the mortal realm was completely different from the one in the Ninth Heaven. Watching the ice-cold Divine Lord look at everyone with affectionate eyes and an inviting, hesitant smile, Ying Li could no longer keep the beast in the cage of his heart under control.
He used every means to tempt the Divine Lord and pushed aside his rivals one by one, until he finally had the Divine Lord firmly at his side.
Those brief days had been stolen time. Once the Divine Lord returned to his rightful place and broke through, he had already forgotten Ying Li completely.
Ying Li's heart was torn to pieces, but all he could do was stand still and gaze from afar.
He would be the Divine Lord's blade, helping him sweep all beneath the heavens.
He would be the Divine Lord's armor, keeping him safe for all eternity.
He offered up his heart, only to receive a cold glance in return.
"You?"
Ying Li's heart turned to ash. The Divine Lord was invincible, and Ying Li had overestimated himself.
What else could he do for the Divine Lord?
The proud, aloof ruler, radiating an air of effortless grace, said, "Go lie down on the bed. Get into the position I like best."
Ying Li's gaze slowly went blank.
Ah... Huh? Did he hear that right?
1v1, happy ending.
An original fantasy setting, written with a deliberately absurd approach.
April 30, 2023. Blurb to be revised.
Theme: Love is beyond wealth or status
