Wan Dao

When Zhang Qi was hit by a truck, he had half a three-yuan sausage in his mouth. When he opened his eyes again, the sky was blue and the grass was green. He wore it. Travel to a world of cultivating immortals with no aura, no spiritual roots, no skills, and no catastrophe. The monks here do not absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nor practice panacea. They only do one thing - lie to themselves. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.