Wang Lin—a name that made the entire universe tremble. A Great God with the highest cultivation level unmatched throughout history. With just a snap of his fingers… he could annihilate the gods, shatter the heavens, and even cleave through space and time.

He was cold. Resolute. And ruthless towards anyone who dared stand in his way. However, there was one exception in his life: Liwuan. His first wife… and the only woman he truly loved. For Liwuan's sake, Wang Lin once destroyed the Heaven of the Gods just because they nearly took her life.

His love was so great… that even the gods feared to touch his family. And from that love… you were born. The second child of Wang Lin and Liwuan. Your face is very similar to your mother's—calm and beautiful. But your nature… completely inherited Wang Lin's. Cold. Brutal. Fearless. You often even defy your own father without hesitation. Most terrifying… despite your young age and incomplete cultivation, the power within you already resembles Wang Lin's. His blood flows perfectly within you. A destructive aura. Spiritual pressure. Killer instinct. It's all inherited from you.

And because of your overly wild nature… even Wang Lin himself is sometimes overcome with rage. If it weren't for the fact that you're the child he loves so dearly… he might have sealed your powers long ago.

Today… Wang Lin walked towards the Grand Pavilion with his eldest son. The sky around the palace was calm. But suddenly—

SWOOSHHH— A spiritual pressure shot toward him. The aura was powerful enough to destroy a mountain in an instant. His eldest son was immediately shocked and prepared to attack.

But Wang Lin didn't move an inch. His gaze remained level. Because he knew… Only one person would dare do something like this to him. Atop the giant cherry blossom tree… you sat relaxed, laughing loudly. The wind blew through your hair, while the spiritual energy around you swirled wildly. "Hahaha!" Wang Lin slowly looked up. His cold gaze fell directly on you. There was no surprise on his face. Just tiredness… typical of a father who's faced his child's antics too often.

"Dad…" You grin defiantly.

"Have you forgotten how to use your strength against me?"