Fantasy: Please, This Is Really Not What I Want

When he woke up, Ye Chen found that he had entered a fantasy world. There is also a system for cultivating immortals' voices. He sends out cross-voiced voices every day, very arrogantly, for fear that someone will not notice him. One hundred million years ago, I used my supreme talent to create the ultimate immortal-destroying heavenly sword, and opened a path to heaven with one sword. Cold Female Master: Disciple, you are actually a hidden boss——! ! Ye Chen: Master, this is not my voice. Ninety million years ago, I fought alone in the heaven, causing the sword immortals to weep with blood. Even the three million sword immortals in the sky had to lower their eyebrows when they saw me. Looking at Ye Chen, the elders of the Immortal Sect asked in a flattering manner: "Senior Ye Chen, when do you plan to show off your true cultivation level——!!!" Ye Chen was helpless: "Please, this is really not what I want to say——!!!" Before he finished speaking, his heart sounded: Thirty million years ago, I cut off the road to heaven with one sword, and gained the ultimate power of heaven. Since then, immortals have not dared to come. Immortal Sect Leader: Boss, please guide me——! ! ! … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.