In the past, whenever she had nothing better to do, she'd try to claim the Heavenly Dao as her father. It always responded with a single word: "Scram."
But now, it seemed the Heavenly Dao had acknowledged her. 'Guess if you call the Heavenly Dao "Dad" enough, it might just come true.' And even if it didn't, there was no harm in trying.
"The Heavenly Dao's own daughter"—that title carried a lot of weight.
Anyone who'd ever read a novel knew that protagonists blessed by the world's fortune were basically unkillable. While others fought tooth and nail for a sliver of a chance at heavenly treasures, the chosen ones could get them with ease, stumbling upon forgotten windfalls or even making their words reality. Even during their tribulations, Heavenly Thunder would strike without leaving a scratch, and they would break through to the next realm successfully. It was the ultimate cheat code.
'Hehehehe...'
