The Divine Venerable Knows Too Much

Coming soon: At Last, a Child After Years Alone and Bright Candle. Please add them to your favorites~ Suning slept for three thousand years. When she awoke, the world had changed beyond recognition. Yingzhou, once a prestigious realm, had fallen into decline. Its disciples had scattered, leaving Suning, a demigod-blooded woman who had relied on Yingzhou's protection, without her greatest support. Her memory had also become muddled, and she had forgotten many things. The immortals and gods of her generation had either risen to high office or become mighty figures in their own right. Suning alone had gained nothing but years and seniority. The gods and demons of the Six Realms addressed her as Divine Venerable, but privately looked forward to seeing her make a fool of herself. But... How had she remembered all their secrets and embarrassing pasts before remembering anything else? To save face, the powerful figures of every realm had no choice but to swallow their anger and steer clear of her. Later, perhaps because they decided she knew far too much, the immortals, demons, gods, and spirits of the Six Realms tried to shut her up in the most literal sense. They came full of confidence and went home with black eyes and swollen faces. After being thrashed, the immortals, demons, gods, and spirits of the Six Realms protested indignantly: If you're this strong, why didn't you say so earlier? Suning: As luck would have it, I only just remembered myself. P.S. 1. Male lead: Nan Ming Xingyuan 2. Not a cultivation-leveling story 3. The heroine's state of mind might be rather... interesting early on At Last, a Child After Years Alone After surviving countless calamities and outliving innumerable rivals, Xitang finally became the senior-most High God of the Nine Heavens. Now, the many immortals and gods had to greet her with the respect due to their elders. With nothing to trouble her, she spent her days lounging in her cave abode, eating and waiting to die. Then one night, she looked up and saw that her child star was shining. Xitang sat bolt upright, as if waking from a deathbed dream. Hadn't she spent most of her life alone? But whether it was true or not, she had to find the child first. Everything else could wait. * In the thirty-nine thousand seven hundred and thirty-second year since Jing Zhuo and Xitang had stopped speaking to each other, he heard that she had taken an interest in a boy who wasn't even a hundred years old. At last, he couldn't sit still. When he met the boy, he found a hundred and twenty things wrong with him, from head to toe. For once, Xitang didn't disagree. She gave him a subtle look. “Maybe he takes after his real father.” Jing Zhuo was overjoyed. She still has feelings for me. P.S. A melodramatic tale of star-crossed love, packed with all the angst and twists imaginable. Please don't wander in by accident.