I Am an Emperor Star, but I Don't Know How to Dream

When Ziyuan was three years old, his master asked him: What is Tao? He answered: Shackles. At the age of twelve, he became invincible and three thousand worlds bowed his head. The master asked him: What next? He couldn't answer. He was born with the Emperor Star in the world. He became wise at the age of three, enlightened his spirit at the age of five, and became invincible at the age of twelve. The world knelt down and called Ziwei Emperor, but in that long, cold loneliness—— Never had a dream. Until he walked down the nine heavens, proclaimed himself holy power, and fell into the mortal world. He meets A Yuan. She put the indigo handkerchief into his hand and said, "You always wear white, with some color on it, it will look good." He met Cheng. The young man squatted at the door of the woodshed and called him "brother" for three years. He met Zhou's grandfather. The dying old man held his frostbitten hand and said: "Young man, you deserve to be loved." He once stood on the blood and soil of Guixu, and the purple thunder that destroyed the heaven and earth condensed in his palm—— With just one thought, this dirty world can be reborn from the ashes. But he put his hand down. Because there are peach trees in A Yuan's hometown, and when the flowers bloom, they look like burning clouds. Because Cheng folded two handkerchiefs and hung them by the door frame, shaking them off every spring. Because every light in these three thousand worlds is a person who has walked in front of him. He walked down from the top of the Nine Heavens step by step. From invincibility to return. From Emperor Star, walk towards A Yuan. It took him twenty-two years to learn to cry and twenty-three years to learn to love. It took me twenty-five years to finally understand—— All living beings are me, but I am not all living beings. This is not an invincible story about an emperor sweeping across the three realms. This is the story of a god entering the human world.