I am a loose immortal who has lived for 300 years. I am not the kind who often appears in heaven and wanders around the world.
To explain it literally, it means gods in bulk.
What is bulk packaging?
Even the big guys are slaying demons, but my spells can at best sweep away the dust from heaven.
The kind that can't even make a ripple.
Whenever I don't want to practice, the Immortal Lord in the palace will tie me to the thunder platform, saying that maybe I will be enlightened after the lightning strikes.
Every time after hacking me, the Demon Lord would come to my door and persuade me to become a demon.
The tireless persuasion of the two bosses made me want to practice cultivation even more.
But things are never that simple. People have obsessions, and so do immortals.
What should I do? Why don't I jump to the Zhuxian Platform right now?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
