When Wen Ning emerged from the Southern Heavenly Gate,
his steps were unsteady. If he hadn't already spent some time as an immortal, he would have doubted whether he could find his way home that night.
His head buzzed as though ten thousand bees were holding a meeting inside it.
The Jade Emperor's reincarnation.
A companion spirit treasure.
The fifth heaven and earth calamity.
Led by the Interception Sect.
The God-Demon Calamity.
Those phrases circled through his head in single file, going around again after every lap, refusing to stop.
For more than twenty years, he had always believed his life had followed a simple trajectory: born an ordinary person, lucky enough to find himself a good godfather.
With thirty percent ability and seventy percent connections in high places, he had landed himself a position as a Heavenly Official in the Heavenly Court.
Usually, he settled disputes for monsters in the mortal world, checked feng shui, and occasionally ran errands for the Heavenly Court. He wasn't fabulously wealthy, but his life was comfortable and carefree.
Well, so much for that.
Someone had told him none of it was luck. It was all predestined.
Before he was even born, he had already been written into the script governing the fate of the Three Realms—and he had been cast as the protagonist.
When Wen Ning landed outside his home, the evening breeze cleared his head a little.
He instinctively felt inside his clothes for the Jade Emperor's Golden Register. Carrying it against his chest felt like carrying a mountain.
Rather than heading upstairs right away, Wen Ning sat down on the steps outside.
He needed a moment.
Before leaving home that day, his biggest concern had been how much Moutai and Zhonghua cigarettes would cost him.
Now his biggest concern was having