During the Age of Dharma Ending, I practiced hard for thousands of years to become an emperor, but I found that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had long since dried up.
>The magical power that used to move mountains and seas is now considered a waste even to chop a piece of firewood.
>I had no choice but to pretend to be a mortal and go to the city to deliver food, but was scolded by the webmaster for bad reviews.
>Until one day, a group of people calling themselves the "Committee of Immortal Cultivation" came to our door: "Senior, you pretend to be a mortal like this, making it very difficult for us..."
