The thunder in Huaguo Mountain is always stronger than elsewhere.
On the day when the Immortal Stone exploded, the golden light burned half of the sky red. When the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, the life of the little grassroots demon was worth less than that of grass. The broken branches of ancient cypresses weigh down the remaining souls, and the streams sweep away the ethnic groups. However, the demons with backgrounds have long been hiding in the boundaries of the elders, gnawing on fairy fruits and watching farce.
When Qingxuan climbed out of the broken cypress, he still believed that God would reward those who work hard.
After three hundred years of hard training, he was almost chopped into ashes when he was going through a thunderstorm. He turned around and saw a descendant of the immortal sect strolling in the courtyard with a lightning protection talisman. He went to the underworld to apply for a soul registration, but was challenged by ghost messengers for bribes and made things difficult. However, he received a letter of recommendation from his master and skipped the schedule.
He looked at the people around him looking for a way out: the carp spirit relied on the dragon clan to leap over the dragon gate, the vixen spirit was dealing with human relationships, and the honest bear spirit was beaten to death by the rules.
It turns out that the four words "God is the Lord" have always paved the way for only those who are connected.
When hard work is worthless in the face of privilege, when the road to immortality is filled with layers of exploitative procedures, will these little demons bend down and blend into the rules, or will they tear up a grassroots path through the ruins with scars?
Wukong overturned the table in heaven. What they wanted to do was to prevent those who came after him from kneeling down to do things.
