As the title says, I am an altar.
Before I became an altar, I was the ancient god Zhuo Yue, in charge of the rising and setting of the sun and the climate of the three realms.
It's a pity that I died, and the few remaining divine powers were gathered into an altar, and I spent my remaining years on the spiritual mountain in the world of cultivation.
In the early years, I still had the strength to turn into a human form and go out to play. I picked up a little beggar and brought it back to my family.
After the little beggar was washed, Yuxue was cute, well-behaved and intelligent.
I kept it in my mouth for fear of falling, and held it in my hand for fear of melting. I used a handful of elixirs to cultivate my magical power.
Unexpectedly, when he was eighteen years old, he went on a long journey and was deceived into joining the largest sect in the world of immortality as a master, which triggered a fate called "Plot".
He will:
He was framed by his fellow disciples and kicked out of the sect.
He was coveted and imprisoned in a small dark room by evildoers.
He was kidnapped by the Demon Lord and used as a furnace.
He was regarded as a dissolute fallen flower and was ridden by thousands of people and scolded by thousands of people.
Countless people enjoy the pleasure of pulling the flower of the high mountain off the altar.
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I was furious. Who dared to pull him away? ! Cut off your hand.
I decided to eradicate the world of cultivation.
However, I forgot that my current divine power is only enough to transform into a mortal with no spiritual power.
In order to save my little baby, I had to humbly join that damn sect and become an outer disciple who was obsessed with the sun.
But what I didn't expect was that my usually aloof and aloof little baby was not at all as well-behaved as I imagined.
Reading guide:
1. The gods receive it, and the flowers of the high mountains attack.
Intention: Because I am a kind person
