When the Nine Heavens Immortal King opened his eyes from the eternal silence, the world had changed.
The skyscrapers pierce the sky, but they are not as good as the stars he once trampled; the traffic is rushing like a tide, but it is hard to compare with the grand occasion when thousands of immortals came to visit.
Now he is hiding in the market, watching the neon lights replace the glow, and listening to the hustle and bustle overshadowing the fairy music. In ordinary alleys, he took a sip of earthly spirits and suppressed the surging spiritual power of eternity; in ordinary trivial matters, he raised his eyes and Xiaoxiao, who wanted to make trouble, was instantly annihilated.
No one knows that this young man wearing a cheap shirt once split chaos with a sword and determined the three realms with a palm. In his daily life, he watched all the fireworks in the world, and he remained calm, with the demeanor of an immortal king, to support this ordinary world, which no one noticed.
