The little girl was completely dumbfounded.
"Look."
The beautiful middle-aged woman floated into the air, divine light swirling around her, breathtakingly radiant. "Actually, I'm also a very powerful cultivator."
Ah!!
The little girl sat in her chair, no longer eating, her adorable mouth hanging wide open.
"You're only six or seven. We never wanted you to cultivate. Before this, we kept telling you not to believe those strange novels—special forces soldiers, spies, urban business ventures, the 996 work schedule, just getting off a plane in the United States. Those were all fake, all lies. You're being far too edgy. In reality, none of that exists. Reality is entirely a transcendent world of cultivators, with many Heavenly Emperors and gods possessing vast divine power, able to fly through the skies and vanish into the earth."
The little girl was utterly shocked. Sitting at the dining table, she could barely hold her chopsticks and looked close to fainting. She hurriedly asked, "Then how does Dad go to work and govern the entire mythological dynasty? As a great supreme god, he just watches television every day, never stepping outside."
Every day, he looked like a complete mess—wearing slippers, sitting on the sofa, idling around with a dejected face. No matter how she looked at him, he did not seem like one! "Watching television is work."
The mother smiled. "Ordinary Heavenly Emperors cannot use the 'Pitter-Patter Myriad Realms Little TV,' but gods from the various great worlds are already using this kind of 'working from home' model, just like your father. It is the rule of our world. They call such places where they stay at home—the God Spirit Plane."
"Mom, you said you didn't read novels either! Otherwise, how would you know terms like working from home and edgy!?" the little girl indignantly