He walked a hundred and eight thousand li, attaining Buddhahood on the spot in the far western lands.
He shifted the stars and arranged formations; a single yellow talisman suppressed the gods.
A withered little boat ferried souls to and fro, seeing the dead safely across.
One person carved a stele, and it became a whole world.
Another wrote a poem, and it became a lifetime.
If there are no gods in this world, I shall create them. If there are no immortals, I shall establish them.
If there is no Heaven in this world, then I shall take its place!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Author, your writing is too messy. Some places have no content at all and I can't understand it at all.
You should say that the cultivator system and the immortal cultivator system should slowly recover their spiritual energy.