The Immortal Emperor Returns for His Daughter

"February 1st, 2022."

A voice containing shock and slight anticipation murmured in the city center.

The man in strange clothing—a plain white robe with waist-length hair—stared at the distant LED billboard with glistening eyes.

"Five thousand years in the Immortal Realm... turned out to be only five years on Earth. Doesn't that mean they're still alive?"

With anticipation on his face, the man closed his eyes. As his body stilled, the air seemed to freeze. An invisible consciousness spread throughout the city, blanketing everything to every corner. Nothing escaped his soul's awareness.

"Ugh..."

Until finally, a choking sound and blood cough occurred. He stopped his activity. Yet his pale face showed an expression of joy and happiness. Gazing into the distance with a smile on his bloodied lips, he couldn't help but grin widely.

Because five kilometers to the southwest, he found someone who shared a blood connection with him.

At that moment, his figure suddenly became blurred and disappeared from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already standing before the door of a shabby, small, and stuffy rental house.

Arya Ananta—that was the name of the person in unusual clothing. But he was neither an ordinary person nor a strange person suffering from mental disorders. He was a human who became a God. The Jade Immortal Emperor.

Five years ago, when Arya and his group were climbing Mount Himalaya, he accidentally fell from a cliff. But he didn't die—instead, he went to a strange world. A world where people could fly and cultivate. Living as long as the universe exists. Destroying mountains and drying oceans were no longer fairy tales.

There, with the extraordinary talent he possessed, Arya—from an ordinary human—finally managed to become the Jade Immortal Emperor in just five thousand years. Respected and worshipped by billions of beings in the Immortal Realm.

But he wasn't satisfied!

Remembering his origins, he missed his mother, father, younger sister, and the person he loved most. Although he already knew that ordinary humans wouldn't live for five thousand years, his heart still longed for home.

So some time ago, Arya Ananta decided to leave all privileges and his palace in heaven, beginning a journey across realms toward his birthplace.

Breaking through dark space and passing through various dangerous turbulences, sacrificing all his treasures and power, until finally he arrived on Earth.

After passing through various roads and places, Arya finally arrived at a small rental door—a wooden door that looked worn and dirty.

Now, he had finally arrived at a place that had a blood connection with him. Honestly, he didn't know who was there, but he felt emotional and hesitant to knock.

Five years on Earth, and five thousand years in the immortal world—that wasn't a long time for his family, but for him, it was an extremely long journey through time!

He had often thought about moments like this, but now that he was here, his heart still pounded hard. A mixture of fear and happiness.

What if his family didn't recognize him later? Or what if they wouldn't accept him anymore?

Worry after worry made Arya hesitate for quite a while before finally raising his hand.

"Knock... knock...!"

"Ahhh!" A surprised voice came from inside, and from the sound, it seemed to be a little girl.

"Mama... Has Mama come home?"

Arya's brows furrowed in shock upon hearing that question.

"A little girl?"

Even more shocked after the door opened, he saw a little girl less than a meter tall, innocent-faced, and big-eyed appearing before him.

"Ma—?" The little girl also looked surprised and stopped when she saw Arya. But soon after, she hurriedly slammed the door shut.

"SLAM!"

That loud sound seemed to pierce Arya's heart, leaving him silent and stunned with a buzzing head.

"Impossible!"

He didn't want to believe it, but reality was before him!

That little girl was actually his direct descendant! Not a bloodline through relatives or family, but truly flesh and blood born from himself!

But how could he have a child?

Arya's brain went blank!

His body stiffened, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.

For thousands of years, this was the first time Arya had experienced something like this. An Immortal Emperor who had never wavered, with a Dao heart as hard as stone—the appearance of that little girl immediately overwhelmed him!

"Lana..."

Arya began remembering the figure of a beautiful, gentle, and slightly naive woman from his college days. A woman who always appeared in his memories for thousands of years, and one of the most important women who made him decide to return to Earth.

Lana Wijaya. The woman he never forgot—did she give birth to a little girl when he disappeared? But why was this girl alone and living in a shabby place like this?

Arya hesitated again before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door again.

"Knock... knock..."

"Little girl, please open the door again. I'm not a bad person."

No answer from inside the house.

Arya spoke again, "Sweet little sister, please open the door. Look, I have something interesting for you..."

Still no answer from inside, as if the little girl never existed.

Arya didn't give up. He tried various ways to coax her—candy, toys, even Pokémon. But the door remained tightly shut. He could hear small footsteps behind the door. The girl was listening, interested... but still wouldn't open.

For the first time in thousands of years, an Immortal Emperor felt... helpless.

For some reason, the Immortal Emperor who was feared and worshipped by all immortal beings became impatient, angry, and panicked.

This didn't make sense!

Honestly, if Arya wanted, he could destroy this door in an instant. But he couldn't do it. What if that made the little girl—who was likely his daughter—become afraid and hate him instead?

The Immortal Emperor feared and hated by his own daughter? How would Arya become a father later?

"Huuuhh..." After taking a deep breath and calming his heart, Arya spoke again with a slightly more serious tone. "Little one, is your mother's name Lana Wijaya?"

"No!" This time there was a response from inside, and even the door opened again. However, the answer the girl gave next made Arya stunned and even frightened.

"My mother's name is Aruna!!"

"What!?"

Arya's eyes and mouth widened, stunned and silent at the answer the girl gave.

"Impossible..." Arya absolutely didn't want to believe what he heard, and asked again with full confidence, "Don't lie! Your mother's name is Lana, right?"

The girl's expression immediately became sulky and angry upon hearing that question, even starting to stare at Arya with a sharp gaze using both her innocent and teary eyes.

"My mother is Aruna Ananta! Are you stupid and deaf, mister!?"

"This... This..."

The Jade Immortal Emperor this time was truly frightened by the firm and honest answer of the little girl. Because in his memory, Aruna Ananta was the name of his younger sister!

His little sister who five years ago still looked innocent and naive! So how could his sister have a child? Moreover, this little girl said she was his sister's child?

How could that be!?

How could Arya and Aruna, his own younger sister, have a child?

This didn't make sense!!!