River God: Call Me the Heavenly Emperor

Months later, Jiang Che emerged from seclusion.

Gazing at the shattered Three Realms, now little more than a hellscape, over ninety percent of all living beings had been refined into nourishment for Ji Qingyi’s creation of the Evil Spirit Path.

Corpses littered the land, blood filled the cities…

But saving the common folk was now child’s play for Jiang Che. With a wave of his hand, the mountains and rivers of the world trembled, and a river of time surged forth.

For the current Jiang Che, the River of Time had lost all meaning. Even the River God, who commanded the Long Rivers of all realms, would be no match for him in a single exchange.

Having reached his current level of power, Jiang Che had attained a state where his words shaped reality, omniscient and omnipotent. Whatever he wished to know or accomplish could be done in an instant.

Time reversed. The mountains, rivers, and streams of the Three Realms flowed backward. The destroyed and slaughtered beings began to revive.

In the blink of an eye, the Three Realms returned to how they were ten thousand years ago.

The boundless territories of the Three Realms were rekindled with life.

Even the Heavenly Court, the Human Realm, and the Demon Realm had reverted to their state from ten thousand years prior. The Three Emperors of the Human Realm had not self-destructed, the Heavenly Court had not fallen, and the Demon Emperors of the Demon Realm were whole once more.

Only Ji Qingyi was missing!

Ji Qingyi and the Evil Spirit Dimension she had created had been sealed away by Jiang Che deep within the Abyss of Evil Spirits.

Most ordinary people had not even noticed anything amiss. Even many immortals remained unaware that they had already died once. Only the highest-rank Celestial Emperors and Supreme Celestial Emperors could sense fleeting traces of what had happened, but none dared to deduce further.

Such heavy karmic entanglements!

“My disciple caused all this trouble, and now her old master has to clean up the mess,” Jiang Che said, shaking his head.

“Hehe, Host, all the beings of the Three Realms will remember your kindness!”

Little System circled Jiang Che a few times before diving into his arms, burrowing her little head against his chest. If anyone in this world knew Jiang Che best, it wasn’t Yu Wan’er—it was Little System!

Bound to him as his system, she had once had no secrets from him regarding Jiang Che. She knew everything!

“Oh? Still running your mouth?” Jiang Che pinched Little System’s ear.

But just then!

Jiang Che slowly lifted his head, his gaze fixed on a certain spot.

The void suddenly twisted, and a very familiar aura appeared.

“River God? You really have no fear of death, daring to show up here?”

A young figure stepped out from the void, treading upon the Long River of Fate. The river surged wildly, but could not shake him in the slightest.

The River God!

However, the River God’s eyes now held a trace of cunning.

“Mr. Jiang, after millions of years, we meet again.”

“Oh, but a million years feels like the blink of an eye to you, doesn’t it? After all, you no longer exist in the past, present, or future…”

The River God’s attitude clearly showed submission.

“River God, then guess—can I kill you right now?”

Jiang Che sneered tauntingly. This River God had acted so arrogantly back then, even following Jiang Che into the Age of Chaos. He had always found that stalker annoying.

But hearing Jiang Che’s threat, the River God showed no panic. Instead, the cunning look on his face deepened.

“Mr. Jiang, you now stand above all realms. As far as I know, no one in the entire Traveler organization has a higher status than you. If you wanted to kill me, it would be effortless—supreme status is unbeatable.”

“Then why have you still come? The River God—the deity who commands the Long Rivers of all heavens and countless realms?” Jiang Che smiled mockingly. He then clenched his hand, crushing the Long River of Fate beneath the River God’s feet. What was a River God now? In Jiang Che’s eyes, he was nothing—one thought could evaporate all rivers across the realms, including time and fate.

“River God? No, no… I am no longer the River God. I have a new title!”

The River God bowed, his attitude reverent, but the smile at the corners of his mouth was impossible to hide.

Jiang Che narrowed his eyes, sensing something was off, and silently thought, “This is bad.”

For Jiang Che, the entire world now held no secrets. If he wanted to know something, he would instantly have the answer.

But before he could ponder further, the River God spoke first.

“I am now… the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court!”

Jiang Che: “…”

At the same time, the River God’s aura shifted. His gray robe dissipated into smoke, replaced by an opulent dragon robe embroidered with nine five-clawed golden dragons. A Heavenly Emperor’s authority crowned his head, and every gesture radiated the will to dominate all under heaven.

Of course, Jiang Che wasn’t afraid of this Heavenly Emperor or River God—the real problem was—

“Mr. Jiang…”

From the River God’s embrace, a baby swaddled in cloth appeared. The River God, who had always drifted outside the River of Time, claiming transcendence, now looked at the infant in his arms, and even his face softened with affection.

“Damn it, River God!”

Jiang Che couldn’t hold it back anymore!

So this was how Di Zhao came to be???

This stupid River God took advantage of the time Jiang Che was locked in isolation by Ji Qingyi to secretly father a child, huh?

Secretly having a kid, then leapfrogging generations, giving birth to Di Zhao… and stunning everyone, right???

No wonder the Heavenly Emperor had been in secluded cultivation for eons—no one had seen him for tens of thousands of years.

Damn it, you weren’t cultivating at all! You were clearly making a baby!

But trying to become his father-in-law by leapfrogging? Jiang Che laughed… If I called you father-in-law, I’d be lower than this ↓

“Actually, Zhao Zhao’s birth surprised me as well. I may be the River God, having lived for billions of years, and never had offspring before. I thought I could achieve true transcendence… transcend all worldly emotions, but in the end, I found myself trapped by familial love,” the River God said, gently handing the infant in his arms to Jiang Che.

Jiang Che looked down. Di Zhao, barely a few months old, was still in her swaddling clothes, staring at Jiang Che with her big, bright black eyes, adorable beyond words.

Jiang Che only felt absurd. But when he thought about it, it actually made some sense?

Di Zhao cultivated the Great Path of Fate, was naturally favored by the Long River of Fate, and had been acknowledged by the very essence of the Great Path of Fate at birth. Who would believe she had no background?

Throughout the myriad realms, only members of the Traveler organization had the ability to control the essence of the Great Paths. And since the River God was the deity commanding the Long River, giving his daughter the privilege of a separate Long River of Fate wasn’t out of line, was it?

“Mr. Jiang, I have already reported your status to the Traveler Guild. They are very eager to meet you. Do you have time?”

“Get lost!” Jiang Che snapped impatiently. This damn River God actually went and gave him a wife! Di Zhao was so gentle and lovely—how in the world did she end up with an asshole like the River God as her father?