After traveling through time and being like a blade of grass in ancient times, my mentality was originally very stable. After all, we have a golden finger - an entity clone of energy production with independent consciousness. To be honest, at that time I felt very happy that I would be stable in this life, and all I had to do was lie down and direct my clone to work.
But who would have thought? Each of these clones has more pursuits than the original body. The one who was sent to be an undercover agent of the witch clan, because his muscles were too big, he was dragged into worship by the ancestral witches. Every day he persuaded me to give up grass and join the martial arts, and return to the "warmth of family".
The demon clan is even more outrageous. He became one of the top ten demon merchants in heaven by reselling the local products of the human tribe. When Di Jun wanted to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword, he was the first to jump out and object. He put his arms around Di Jun's neck and said, "Brother, this project is unlucky. Listen to me, we will definitely make money by doing Lingshi futures!"
The most amazing thing is that the one who was sent to become a disciple of Tongtian Cult Leader directly established a sect on Jin'ao Island and became the honorary vice-principal of Jie Cult. The last time Yuanshi Tianzun came to my door, he called me through the clone channel millions of miles away: "Original body, don't panic, dad... No, I will send someone to help you settle it!"
Now, Taoist Hongjun has held a "Seminar on the Management of Prehistoric Abnormal Individuals" in Zixiao Palace, and the main topic is me. And I, this poor Noumenon grass, is surrounded by several of my strongest clones. They are holding a "Draft Plan on Promoting the Early Retirement and Happy Pension Plan for the Noumenon" in their hands...
No one else has my luck.
