In the cosmos, where stars revolve, a figure shoots past like a comet, leaving a trail of white dust in the vast universe.
If a human satellite were able to capture this sight, it would definitely be shockingly awe-inspiring. The figure in question is a young man dressed in robes, floating above Earth, almost like an immortal.
"How interesting! I didn't expect that this tiny planet could actually generate the power of faith."
In front of the young man, a thin mist gradually solidifies, extending a claw-like arm to block his path.
"Roar-"
A giant creature appears, its deep-blue scales gleaming in the light. Amidst the cacophony of thunder, it reveals itself to be a millennium-old thunder wyrm, menacingly intimidating the young man.
"An insignificant beast, and yet you dare to act impudently before me?"
Faced with such an enormous creature, the young man's lips raise slightly. With a wave of his hand, the infinite stars shiver, unleashing a pressure akin to a sea of stars bearing down on the thunder wyrm.
Seeing the sea of stars charging towards him, the wyrm is utterly terrified. The idea of deflecting the sea of stars with its claws is an impossible feat, this was the first time it had encountered such a sight in its life. Panicking, it falls onto its knees before the young man, pleading, "Master, please spare me! I only wanted to remind you that the planet ahead is just a desolate one. Your highness is too noble to allow it to taint your stature."
"Oh? There are actually spiritual beings in such a low-ranked world?" The young man halts, the countless stars stopped in their tracks, reflecting in the frightened eyes of the wyrm. "I am in a good mood today, I shall bestow upon you a name."
"Having the honour to be named by the Master is indeed a blessing from my past life's cultivation."
The wyrm coyly responds to the young man.
"I'll call you Dog Leftover."
After some pondering, the young man replies seriously.
"Dog... Dog Leftover?"
Lei Jiao twitched all over. No matter how you put it, its dignified sacred beast name of five thousand years of cultivation was now similar to a humble organism's name in a village on Earth.
"What? You're not satisfied with this name?"
The youth frowned and asked.
"Good name, a good name! I have never encountered such a refreshing and unique name. My admiration for the immortal is overwhelming, like the rolling river, endless, completely uncontrollable!"
Seeing the youth frown, Lei Jiao pretended to have a serious face and said.
"Well, then you shall be called Dog Leftover."
The youth waved his hand, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, while he stepped greatly, and in an instant, arrived on Earth.
The youth was named Yang Yi. It only took him a short year to ascend to the position of the Heavenly Sovereign in the fairyland. However, even immortals get lonely after being invincible for too long, so naturally, they have to find something to amuse themselves.
...
Shanghai city, nighttime.
Yang Yi was slowly walking on the street. His long robe drew many a sideways glance, and coupled with his handsome appearance, it caused countless beauties to pause.
"Did this guy come from Hengdian Studios?"
"Maybe he's too deep into his role, wandering around with his costume."
Most people felt strange about Yang Yi's attire, but they soon understood. Yang Yi's handsome looks cater to the modern aesthetic standard, so it's plausible if he was acting in a historical drama.
However, Yang Yi didn't mind these comments. He strolled down the streets of Shanghai with his hands behind his back, becoming increasingly disinterested in this city constructed of steel and concrete.
"It seems Doggie was right, this place is truly a barren planet with thin spiritual energy. Never mind, let's check out some other places."
Yang Yi approached the entrance of a bar, shook his head, turned around, and was preparing to take his leave of Earth. However, he was blocked by a cell phone hurdling towards him.
Next, his sleeve was firmly grasped by a hand. Yang Yi turned around only to find an extremely enchanting woman drunkenly clutching the corner of his clothes, mumbling drunken gibberish under her breath, her reddened eyes seeming rather pitiful.
"Young lady, you sure are brave."
Yang Yi's expression became stern as he looked at the enchanting woman holding onto his clothes and said slowly.
In just one year, he had ascended to the highest position in the immortal world, his thunderous methods caused the numerous immortals to fear him, not to mention the enchanting fairy maidens who dared not even get close.
But this woman was the first one who dared to approach.
"Young lady? You're really getting into character. Judging from your outfit, are you claiming to be a fairy?"
The enchanting woman was originally feeling down, but on hearing his words, she unexpectedly let out a burst of laughter.
"According to your phrasing, I suppose I can be considered a fairy,"
Yang Yi nodded and gave a serious reply.
"Kid, I saw this prey first. If there's nothing else, you can get lost!"
Just as Yang Yi was seriously responding, there came a shout from the side. A bald man with arms full of tattoos walked over, eyes filled with greed as he stared at the woman beside Yang Yi.
"Hey, if you say you're a fairy, then shouldn't you be able to deal with him?"
The woman pointed to the bald man and asked Yang Yi.
"Such insignificant ants are not even worth my time."
Yang Yi shook his head, not even sparing a glance at the bald man.
"An ant? Me being an important figure? Just a petty actor, dares to ignore me?"
The angry bald man raised his fist and swung at Yang Yi.
Crack---
However, before his fist could reach Yang Yi, a muffled noise rang out. A bolt of lightning, the diameter of a bowl, split down from the sky, striking directly on the man's head. The bald man didn't even have time to scream before he was reduced to a pile of ashes.
"Heavens..... is there really a divine punishment such as thunderbolt?"
"Could it be he is a real immortal, possessing such magic?"
Everyone around was shocked. They had always heard about evil people being struck by thunder as divine punishment, but they never expected to see it for real today.
"You worthless dog?"
Yang Yi looked up, a flicker of divine thought passed, which startled the Thunder Jiao outside the earth.
"Pardon me, great immortal. This ant had committed so many evils, and today its bad deeds have come to a head. It was punished with the thunderbolt. I am sorry if it disturbed you."
The voice of Thunder Jiao quickly followed up in the next second, sounding fearful, as it explained to Yang Yi.
"Humph, it better be so."
Yang Yi snorted coldly. As the Emperor of the immortal world, he didn't like being watched by others.
Yang Yi looked around him and noticed that the people there were starting to fear him, even stepping back a bit. The only exception was the woman holding onto the corner of his robe whose tipsy eyes held no trace of fear.
"They're all scared of me. Why aren't you?"
Yang Yi asked in confusion.
"I must be drunk and dreaming. How can thunder fall out of the sky?" The woman shook her head, mumbling and then scrutinizing Yang Yi's face, “But, this god is not an old man's appearance, but a handsome guy indeed."
It was nighttime, the stars in the sky were exceptionally clear, and without a single cloud in sight, the thunder fell. If this wasn’t a dream, then what was?
"You are rather special,"
Yang Yi also looked at the woman. Although she wasn't a heavenly beauty, her unique aura left him with an unexplainable feeling.
"So just a moment ago, you called me a young lady, but now you changed to woman. Are all men like this?” The woman snorted and licked her red lips, “So, do you want to make this young lady into a woman?"
Her name was Ning Shiyao, the eldest son of Ning's Group in Shanghai City. Born into a prestigious family, she was a true young lady of a renowned family, and she had received a formal education from an early age. She wouldn’t dare to utter such bold words ordinarily, but having a dream was a rare occurrence for her, so why couldn't she be a little unrestrained?
"Huh?"
Yang Yi couldn't react for a moment and the next moment, a pair of red lips were on his mouth.
"You damn woman..."
Yang Yi, who was a sovereign of the Immortal Realm, had never been treated like this. Just as he was about to respond, he found himself somewhat immersed in this sensation...
"If that's the case, don't blame me then."
With an inward sneer, Yang Yi snapped his fingers, and they appeared on a soft, large bed...
