Cultivation of Immortality in the Human World

One night everything was quiet. The thunder in the sky continued and suddenly the space seemed to be torn apart, and something like a square box came out of the space and fell just at the entrance of a cliff, this time in a courtyard. A woman's voice came to mind. Han'er puts things away. It's going to rain soon. Your father is still hunting in the mountains and hasn't come down yet. Nothing will happen. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.