Qin Mu traveled through time, but it seemed like he didn't wear it completely. He was trapped in a novice village in the world of cultivating immortals, repeating the same day forever.
The first year, he went crazy.
In the tenth year, he accepted his fate.
In the 110th year, he began to study the crawling tracks of every ant in the village.
In the 11,000th year, he mastered all the skills in the village, [chopping firewood], [blacksmithing], [farming], [embroidery]... All to the god level.
I don't know how many billions of years later, he has lost track of time. He only does one thing every day: swing the rusty iron sword from the blacksmith shop at the entrance of the village.
His thought can make all things grow; his glance can freeze time and space. In this small village, he is the omnipotent god.
Until this day.
The sky cracked, and an Immortal Emperor who overlooked the eternity, in order to hunt down his enemy, slapped this mortal village with one palm, intending to wipe it out together with the ant-like protagonist.
Qin Mu was interrupted from swinging his sword and raised his head in displeasure.
Then, facing the horrified gaze of the Immortal Emperor, he casually swung his sword for the billions of times.
When the sword light passes by, the Immortal Emperor is annihilated, the sky heals, and all realms surrender.
