Cultivating Immortality in the Magnetic Field

After traveling through time and becoming a low-level qi-training monk in Beiyu's immortal world, Jiang Shang opened his eyes and was already under the control of others. He worked hard and tried hard, and finally found the opportunity to activate the golden finger. But danger also comes. Faced with the fact that he will be hunted down by the foundation-building monks when he returns, Jiang Shang transforms into a magnetic field maniac and goes completely crazy in the world he traveled through for the second time. In the world of cultivating immortals, I will live forever, but in another world, I will strike hard! ………… When enemies came to the door and wanted to kill Jiang Shang, they discovered that there was something wrong with him. "What's going on? How come the magic weapon can't hurt him! How come he doesn't react when the spell hits him?" The enemy, who was calling friends and inviting people to help him, suddenly woke up when he saw Jiang Shang breaking magic weapons, scattering spells, tearing robes to pieces, and killing friends. But now he wanted to escape, but it was too late. "How about you try my Yuan Magnetic Divine Power?" Jiang Shang laughed ferociously. In his extremely powerful body, the magnetic field rotated and the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light circulated at the same time, making him unrivaled. ………… Once you have mastered the art of immortality, sit back and watch the sea move. Read all the births, old age, sickness and death of the human world, the end of prosperity, and watch the vicissitudes of the world, its ups and downs. A flower, a grass, a grain of sand, a pot of wine, a beautiful woman, this is time, this is years, but they are all in the past. When an old friend has passed away, you will know that time is ruthless; when you are a beauty, you will know that time is like a knife. That ruthless Taoist immortal who cannot understand, that cold immortal heart that cannot be understood. So... That... One day, I will sing a song loudly and carry the pot soaring up to the ninth heaven. Only then will the world know that I am a true immortal, but they will not know that I have been lonely for thousands of years.