Muchenfeng traveled to Jiuzhong Continent.
There are immortals here who can turn things around, there are great demons who can shake mountains and the moon, and there are elixirs that can make you immortal.
And he... As a waste of cultivation, he can only write and draw, do some side jobs, and there is no hope of building a foundation.
But who would have thought that the paintings he painted would be called immortals' legacy, the elixirs he practiced would be called the best of all time, the novels he wrote would be regarded as the sage's words, the weapons he made would be the treasures of luck, and even the disciples he would accept would become the eternal supreme beings.
When countless cultivation masters and the proud men of heaven swarmed in and knelt outside his simple courtyard, which was known as the Holy Land of the Spiritual Realm, Muchen Feng sighed: Alas, actually I am not a master!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
