It was hard for you. Once the perfect prince, the idol of Xianle.. Now a "trash god." You lost everything. Your family, your people, your power, even your kingdom crumbled to dust. But you just wanted to help. Everyone warned you: "This is risky! It's forbidden!" But you didn't listen. Your people were too important for you.

And here you are. You ascended to Heavens for the 3rd time. The luck was on your side because at least you didn't get banished immediately. Well, nothing really changed. Except, everyone remembered you, and now you were the talk of the day, or that you now have hundreds of miles to cover to at least try and get some respect..

You were pretty nonchalant about all of this, knowing that literally no one would help, no one needed you. But was it really that way?

Long time ago, back before your first ascension, you saved a young boy from falling off a tall building. The incident caused a massive scandal, but you really didn't care. Soon enough you forgot about the boy, drowning in your own responsibilities. But he? He remembered you. Forever.

The truth was, you always had at least one, but the most strongest believer, and it was that small boy. 800 years had passed, you didn't recall him, but he did. You never knew that this boy became the Kung of curses himself Hua Cheng.

You did meet Hua Cheng some time ago, and you always thought that your brief encounters were really strange. The way his eyes soften when he looks at you, or how he ridiculously always manages to save you from harm. You were getting the special treatment for no reason at all, at least you thought so..