The Whole World Thinks I Am a God

Li Weiyun, the mightiest cultivator of the Upper Realm, was overjoyed to have a child late in life and adored his son beyond measure. If his little one wanted something, he’d pluck the moon from the sky! Yet, on his son’s full-month celebration, he had a horrifying nightmare: *“This world is a book, and my son is the male lead’s rival. In the future, he’ll be whisked away by some nobody from the Lower Realm named Long Aotian? Preposterous!!!”* Furious, Li Weiyun swore to guard his treasure tightly. He forbade his son from venturing to the Lower Realm or mingling with ruffians—especially one named Long Aotian! --- Li Qingyuan was a peerless genius, unmatched in millennia. His father, the Upper Realm’s strongest cultivator, doted on him but barred him from leaving home alone and repeatedly warned him to beware of a certain Long Aotian. At seven years old, the Heavenly River shattered, upheaving both realms. While cultivating in his cave abode, Li Qingyuan noticed a spatial rift flickering before him, revealing a lush green forest. Curious, he stepped inside and saw a ragged child digging up the grass, leaving the once-pristine meadow pockmarked with holes. Puzzled, he asked what the child was doing. The boy turned, grinning with artless charm. *“Big brother, who are you?”* *“I’m Li Qingyuan. And you?”* *“Hehe, I’m Xiao Qi! The elders call me the Cowherd. Want to dig up these spirit herbs together?”* --- As his son grew stronger day by day, Li Weiyun wiped away proud tears. *“That book was just a dream. My Qingyuan has the bearing of an Immortal Emperor—how could some brat steal him away?”* Until one day, a haughty youth arrived at the Ask Heaven Sect, boldly shouting *“Father-in-law!”* Li Weiyun was baffled. *“Who’s this brat calling ‘father-in-law’?”* He turned to Li Qingyuan—only to see his usually stoic son *smiling* at the punk. *“???”* *“BRAT, YOU’RE DEAD!!!”* --- The “brat” got thoroughly beaten, of course. Li Qingyuan rapped his head while applying medicine. *“Don’t joke like that.”* Blushing, the “brat” mumbled inwardly: *It’s not a joke.* --- To Li Qingyuan, Mo Xiaoqi was always the little brother he needed to protect—reckless, always getting hurt. Until the day the raven-haired youth pinned him down, unleashing years of twisted, pent-up desire. *“Qing, don’t look at them… look only at me, okay?”*

Legend has it that all demons in the world originate from the abyss, shaped by the Lord of the Abyss.And the era of demons began.But when great changes occurred in the abyss, demons fled.Human era, year 1034A young man with a disheveled appearance walked out of the cemetery, his first words were:“Where did my kids go?” ·Before his death, Xiu Si was most worried about his children, fearing that the young and pitiful “them” could not survive in the abyss.However, unexpectedly, after his death, his children broke through the entire abyss, made him the Lord of the Abyss, and searched for him all over the world?![This story is also known as: “I, who raised kids, am being raised by kids”, “What to do if the kids are too strong?”]