The First Tragedy in Aladdin's Magic Lamp World

Little Oil Lamp was a fairly gender-neutral name, so there was no telling whether its user was male or female. It was also common online, and Qin Fen saw nothing odd about it. Queen Mother or Great Sage Equal to Heaven would have been a dead giveaway, but this guy's name really was Little Oil Lamp.

The burly man shouted, "The heavens are on my side!" At last, the clouds had parted and the moon had appeared. He had lived in this oil lamp for so long that he had nearly forgotten his real name. Thanks to the lamp, everyone called him Lamp Genie, or Little Oil Lamp—the latter being a name he used to mock himself.

Ever since a little brat named Aladdin had rubbed the lamp a few times long ago, no one had paid him any attention. The burly man was miserable. What had happened to the promise that after a few centuries of community service, granting wishes for ordinary people, he would be free to become a true deity?

It was all bullshit. He had waited until now.

The Three Thousand Lesser Worlds were complicated. They were fragmented and incomplete, yet each formed a system of its own, fitting the Buddhist School's saying that a grain of sand held a world and a leaf held Bodhi. Unfortunately, Immortal-Mortal Separation had affected far more than the Heavenly Court. Its reach was staggering. Almost overnight, every myth and mystery in the Mortal Realm seemed to vanish. The Mortal Realm became an ordinary world, and Yan-Huang took its place among the nations of the world.

It was a strange affair, and no one knew about it. Little Oil Lamp's tragedy was thus inevitable. When someone suddenly spoke to him now, his joy was easy to imagine.

"Haha, hello to