The Self-Exile of the Immortal Cultivator

This is the self-exile journey of the creation god, his lonely existence for countless epochs, his omnipotent and omniscient loneliness that no one can understand. When you have been at the top for a long time, you realize how valuable the ordinary is. A bowl of coarse tea and a cup of thin wine are enough to comfort you for a lifetime. A person who has sealed himself can still not lose his edge in the world of mortals. Countless monks and goddesses are flocking to him, but he does not know it.