As soon as Li Changsheng opened his eyes, he became one of the three thousand immortal officials under the throne of Haotian God.
The evil spirit of the prehistoric world has not yet dissipated, and the shadow of the Great Tribulation of Gods has quietly shrouded it.
Looking at his colleagues vying for oil and water duties around him, he silently walked towards the unattended Pantaoyuan Preparatory Garden.
"Fellow Taoists, please stir up the storm as much as you can."
"I just want to survive until the end of time."
Until that day, the demon god attacked Nantianmen, and the trap he laid casually trapped Daluo Jinxian...
On the throne of Lingxiao, God Haotian slowly raised his head, and his eyes fell on that remote corner for the first time.
What bullshit. . . . . .