After the Emperor Wakes Up, He Only Wants to Raise Disciples

Emperor Xuanchen sank into reincarnation for thousands of years. When he woke up, the noise of the three realms was still there, but he found a little girl huddled up in the ruins. The hand that could cut off Xinghe with a sword in the past is now cooking porridge and medicine for her; the foot that crushed Lingxiao in the past is now always spinning around the stove. "Your Majesty, the demons have come to pay homage!" "Let the Demon Lord wait. My disciple has just learned to thread a needle. I have to keep an eye on her and don't prick her hands." Everyone in the three realms knows that this great emperor who once made gods and demons bow down can only pretend to be his little apprentice: when she smiles, he feels the stars are bright; when she cries, he destroys the nest of the troublemaker. His majesty for thousands of years is no match for his disciple's words of "Master". The former great emperor is now nothing but a doting madman.