Sun Hao traveled to a world of immortal cultivation. He could not practice, but everything was full of qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and tea. He didn't know: the pet on the farm was the Nine Heavens Divine Luan. The lotus in the pond was the peerless demon immortal. The guard outside the door was the master of the thunder tribulation. Later, he discovered: the swordsman who picked up his hatchet and became a generation of sword saints; the young student who often came to listen to him chant scriptures became the ancestor of Buddhism; the girl who came with him to learn to play the piano became the supreme of the demon clan. ... Sun Hao sat on the throne of the heaven, full of shock: I am the ancestor of Tao? I regard heaven and earth as my plate and sentient beings as my sons to set up a shocking situation? Why don't I know?