In the World of Immortality by Hand Rubbing, the Concentration of Spiritual Energy Is Determined by Me.

After Xu Xiaoshan was reincarnated, he rubbed the universe with his hands. He was originally gentle and kind, looking at all living things with a smile, but these evil descendants turned against Tiangang and did not recognize their ancestors. Son of luck? Arrogant and domineering? Take away your luck and throw me on the ground. Ancestor Nixian? Mastering the art of reincarnation? It sucks people's lifespan and makes them live for thousands of years. If you want to live longer than me, turn my bones into ashes immediately. What? Daluo Jinxian conspired with Heavenly Dao to replace me. Little Heavenly Dao was ridiculous. With a slap in the face, the mountains collapsed and the earth collapsed, and the fairy palace collapsed. Tiandao: Dad, Dad, I was wrong, but please calm down, there is a bug in this world. BUG? Xu Xiaoshan's head began to become drowsy, "You are the stupid son of Heaven, you can deal with it, and daddy can go get some sleep." After trillions of years, Xu Xiaoshan opened his eyes. What? What are these? The Sky-Swallowing Emperor, Original Qi Bomb, Cyber Madman, Leviathan, Golden Fleet, Red Dust Immortal? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.