Peerless Cultivation of Immortality

On a strange road to immortality, the son of Qilin lands in the human world. Is it destined or not? Soaring up to 90,000 miles, I will have a wine glass with Yaotai. Who can argue with the peerless beauty in white clothes and falling snow? An immortal should have stepped on auspicious clouds, turned his hands into clouds, and turned his hands into rain. An immortal should have been worshiped by the world. He was an immortal, and he was the only immortal in the world. He seemed to be the only immortal left at the end of his immortal journey, but he could not enjoy any of the fun of an immortal. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.