System, You Tricked Me Again

In the world of cultivating immortals, I am like mustard and worn-out shoes. I can be trampled on and discarded. No one will pity me and no one will pity me. The duckweed has no roots and drifts easily with the current. In the world of immortality, the weak only deserve to survive. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.