I Want to Be Your Grandma

Just how much weight did a Half-step True Immortal carry? Song Xia, who had been emperor for many years, knew better than anyone. Such a terrifying existence could wipe out an entire race single-handedly.

Other than his unfathomable father, the Human Race's strongest figures were no more than Seventh Grade Divine Beings—or at least, that was what Song Xia had always believed.

Yet he had never imagined that, without a sound, his own mother had already advanced into the ranks of Half-step True Immortals, gaining power that stood above the Human Race.

Was his mother really that formidable?

His father would never lie to him, so it had to be true.

It dealt Song Xia a tremendous blow. He had once taken some pride in power, but compared to the authority and strength possessed by a Half-step True Immortal, he no longer had the heart to feel pleased with himself.

Moreover, from what he knew, several of his brothers and sisters had already surpassed him. He had not cared much before. Even when his father had urged them to prioritize cultivation, Song Xia had never felt much about it.

But now, upon suddenly learning that his mother had become a Half-step True Immortal, he thought of how the vast Human Race was nothing but clay chickens and porcelain dogs before such a being. The reason the Human Race had been able to survive all these years was also because his father had been secretly guarding them.

And why could his father do that? Was it not because his cultivation was astonishing?

A hard fist was the only real truth. Song Xia abruptly woke up to this. Without another word, he soon abdicated and yielded the throne to one of his more promising sons, letting him hone his abilities first, just