Gods Don't Come Down to Earth

The dream is fragmented, and only the obsession of "protection" is deeply rooted in my heart. Ling Ye woke up from a strange bed, not knowing who he was, where he came from, and where he was going. Only a warm dragon-patterned jade pendant around his neck and a fragmentary whisper of "Anjuyuan, rain, circuit out" in his mind guided him into the dim light that was wet with rain. As an invincible gatekeeper, his biggest challenge is not to kill immortals, but to remember whether he has sweet tofu or salty for breakfast—— This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.