The Immortal Kingdom of All Spirits

[Traditional cultivation + transmigration + beast-taming + farming + comedy + no System + no heroine + fantasy + wild imagination] Everyone in this world just repeats what they hear. Who says cultivators have to cast off their humanity? That’s just a tale passed down by those who came before. But this world seems unable to accept anything different. Anything that does not fit their ways must be changed. In the Four Corners Realm, on the Xuanwu Continent, in the back hills of Beast Valley. “Beast!” A young man swung the shoulder pole in his hands at the fiend who was assaulting A-Lian. “Let go of my A-Lian!” Whoosh~ A shapeless curtain of light suddenly appeared, flinging the young man away. He crashed heavily to the ground. A-Lian’s eyes were full of worry, but her body would not move. A-Lian opened her mouth, seeming to tell the young man not to risk himself again, but the curtain of light blocked her voice. The young man hurried to his feet, eyes bloodshot, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. That last blow had clearly hurt. Clutching the shoulder pole, he charged again, only to be hurled away by the curtain of light once more. Once, twice, three times…