Lin Xiaoxu accidentally traveled to a world of cultivation where fairies and demons were rampant. The unfamiliar environment made him walk on thin ice, and his life was aggrieved.
Good fortune?
Forget it, I don't dare to show it off, for fear of being caught by others and used as a guinea pig.
Picking up girls?
What was he thinking? With all that white hair on his body, he was embarrassed to attack the girl. He had to be self-aware.
Become a god?
This is possible. Who doesn't want great freedom and immortality? What's more, living is the instinct of living beings, and God is the end.
It's a pity that his body, foundation and Taoist heart were all transformed by seizing the body and are not pure. The only thing that truly belongs to him is a sword.
Others can practice all kinds of techniques, but he only cultivates one sword, which cuts through the sky, just to find his mark.
