I am Wu Feng, and I am Wu Yong's father.

The Heavenly Demon Ancestor that everyone knows is my great-grandfather.

It fell on the Yuanling Continent 100,000 years ago.

In history, he is the demon who has contributed the most to the fairy world, and in the mouth of the storyteller, he is a lone hero who is both good and evil, cynical, and has the world in mind. In my father's memory, he was the most powerful and greatest hero in the entire fairy world.

But... In my eyes, he's just a selfish, familyless, and heroic old bastard who only wants to be a hero for himself.

Sooner or later, the fairy war will end, and the fairy world will definitely win. What did he do that for?

Yes, many people thank him for what he did, for sacrificing himself to save more lives, but is it useful?

Now that this has happened to your descendant, where is he? Where are those who thank him?

The army of the Spirit Race was even blocked on the coastline, and the people in the center of the continent did not even know what the Spirit people looked like.

All the people who praise him just think that his heroic appearance is more handsome than ordinary people, the people who really thank him? I'm afraid it's not as good as the old man who delivers firewood to people in winter.

In my opinion, the behavior of the "hero" of Grandpa Tai is simply a farce, and after the farce ends, there is only a mess left. Our descendants have inexplicably become rats in a mess, fleeing in all directions, waiting for a stick to be stoned to death.

I was not born when my grandfather fell, and according to the rules of my family, the children of the direct line must be allowed to marry and have children after arriving in the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Heavenly Immortal Realm, a strong person who can be the master in any family sect.

If you are the prospective heir of the Heavenly Demon Sect, this is just your coming-of-age ceremony. I am also lucky not to live in such an environment.

Grandpa only married one wife in his life, and he only had one son.

Grandpa is also a genius, and there are only a few monks who have reached the perfection of the Heavenly Immortal Realm in less than 10,000 years, and the youngest of them is Grandpa.

Although when Grandpa Tai fell, Grandpa had not yet been promoted to the Holy Realm, but the people of the Heavenly Demon Sect still elected Grandpa as the new Demon Emperor.

In May of that year, my grandfather ascended the throne of the Demon Emperor, I was born in June, and in July, I was held by my mother in my infant to watch a public execution, and the protagonist was my grandfather.

Grandpa died on the East Coast and was publicly executed on charges of betraying the sect.

Essentially, this is just a quid pro quo, trading his own death for the stability of our family.

Maybe it's genetics, but our family loves to sacrifice ourselves to protect the rest.

After his father came to Wangtian City, he also completely broke off the thoughts of the Heavenly Demon Sect and began to do business in Wangtian City.

When I first arrived in Wangtian City, I was a child, my childhood playmates, and childhood memories were all generated in Wangtian City.

I have no feelings for the Heavenly Demon Sect, and I have not been touched by my grandfather's past.

Just watching my father put a pillar of incense in front of the portrait of his grandfather first thing when he got up every morning, he knew that he was actually a foreigner.

There are no previous rules in the family, and when I turned 100 years old, I was just promoted to the fairy land, and I married Yu'er as I wished.

Two years later, my child was born, and my father named him Wu Yong, hoping that he could live an ordinary life in this life.

Originally, I was angry because of this name, but later I found out that mediocrity and ordinariness are really the best blessings in my family.

Contrary to his wishes, Yong'er is a real genius, in his father's words, Yong'er's talent far surpasses that of his grandfather, and even his grandfather.

Yong'er's immortal tribulation, that is, the human immortal tribulation, is spent in a stroller, and children who have not yet learned to walk can already fly around the house.

When Yong'er was twenty years old, he was already the strength of the True Immortal Realm, and this kind of talent could already be sure to surpass that of the grandfather back then.

Such a genius only appears in the monograph, the ancient pan god, Xuantian Niangniang, Daozi... And those who have survived to this day are also super powerful figures such as the Emperor of Heaven and the Buddha.

If we were still in the Heavenly Demon Sect, it would be unimaginable to have such a genius, it would be unimaginable.

And now, it's an unimaginable bad thing.

Yong'er "lived up to expectations" and broke through at the age of twenty-five and successfully promoted to the realm of immortals.

Yu'er and my father and I were not happy in the slightest, we only felt a chill in our backs, and the knife hanging around our necks fell towards us at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the end of the year, my father invited the second and third uncles to discuss the matter of Yong'er.

The second uncle's opinion is to find a way to forcibly control Yong'er's cultivation, hide Yong'er, and not let Yong'er show up for at least 10,000 years.

The third uncle's opinion is the opposite, to provide more resources to Yong'er, so that he can grow better in order to achieve great things.

Father was lost in thought, and I... I have long panicked, and in my eyes Yong'er has grown into the lonely tree that will be blown by the wind.

Yong'er's sin is not in his realm, his father, second uncle, and third uncle are all masters of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and the demon lord doesn't care at all, which means that he doesn't care.

Even if the three of them could break through to the Holy Age, maybe the Demon Lord wouldn't be too worried. Don't forget, the Great Elder who wanted to stop them from killing Grandpa back then was himself a master of the Holy Realm, and the Demon Lord killed him with just a wave of his hand.

What will really make the demon lord feel threatened is Yong'er's talent, a twenty-two-year-old Heavenly Immortal Realm powerhouse?

It's been tens of thousands of years, Heavenly Court hasn't been, Lingshan hasn't been, Demon Beast Gate hasn't been, and the West hasn't appeared.

However, in our down-and-out Wu family, in order to be afraid that Yong'er's cultivation would be too amazing, Yu'er and I have never given him conventional cultivation pills such as the Cleansing Pill Gu Yuan Pill, but it still can't stop his progress.

In a few years, it is a matter of course for Yong'er to become a saint, and he will not be a hundred-year-old master of the Holy Realm when he grows up eating white rice?

The demon mainly knows, and he may be thinking about how to die for twelve hours a day.

I only hope that my father can find a way to let mediocre children live, whether it is great achievements or mediocrity, as long as my son can live, that is my only hope.

Yong'er's family quarreled over the matter, and finally made a decision on the sixth day.

Father Yong'er called the lobby and asked Yong'er about his wishes.

It's just that how could a young child be willing to stop there, his eyes are naturally full of ambitions.

In the end, the father respected Yong'er's wishes, but Yong'er was too young and had too little seniority to take on the heavy responsibility, and it was not yet time.

Under her father's arrangement, Yong'er was secretly taken to the west of the continent to follow a hidden master who had assisted his grandfather to concentrate on cultivation.

In this way, my son left me, Yu'er washed her face with tears all day long, and I... chose to practice seriously.

I don't want to die of old age, sickness and death before I see my son, and I don't want to be a burden when my son is fighting bloodily.

Ten thousand years is a long time, for the cultivators of the immortal realm, it is only a few retreats and cultivation, Uncle Zhao's grocery store on the street is still there, and the shopkeeper has become Aunt Zhao, but I don't know how many generations of great-grandson she is Uncle Zhao.

The monks and the common people live together, and everyone has long been surprised by such a strange combination and pattern.

My family had just moved in when their grocery store opened, and now the grocery store has become a 10,000-year-old store, but in this old house deep in the alley, except for the constant change of housekeepers, everything is still the same.

Including my son, who I think about day and night, is still thousands of miles away.