In the Prehistoric Times, Ninety-Nine Are Unified, I Become the Supreme

There are too many transcendent people in this prehistoric world. I want to go home. You play with yours and I play with mine. Is that okay? There is only one way to practice, and that is detachment. On the road of practice, who does not pursue detachment? Can anyone really be exempt from vulgarity? No matter what the outcome is, I will climb this mountain and appreciate the highest road in the heavens. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.