A modern wilderness survival enthusiast travels to the wilderness of the world of immortals and cannot understand the language. Let's see how he uses survival knowledge. How to survive in the wilderness and how to survive in the cruel world of immortals?
In the wilderness of the world of cultivating immortals, he wrote a limerick for himself
poetry.
The sunset is driven by white clouds on the western mountains, and the twilight is hesitant to go.
The returning bird doesn't know where to go, leaving only an empty branch waiting for the moon to shine.
It reflects his real situation and feelings at that time.
