Introduction: Zhao Jianwei traveled through time and entered a world of cultivating immortals where all laws are strict and the law of heaven is as sharp as a sword.
Bad news: His spiritual roots are as mixed as weeds, his talent is as rotten as mud, and he is a low-level cannon fodder that anyone in the sect can step on.
Good news: In his eyes, the laws of heaven in this world are just strings that can be fiddled with at will.
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The alchemy elder's furnace exploded?
Zhao Jianwei passed by and smoothed out the knotted "heat conduction" thread.
The next second, the Danxiang turns nine times, and the divine product is born!
The elder knelt down on the spot: "Senior, please accept me as your disciple!"
The master of swordsmanship combines his sword into one, and his sword energy spans three thousand miles?
Zhao Jianwei yawned and easily loosened the thread of "sharpness" and "speed" entangled around the other party's body.
Under the gaze of everyone, Tianjiao's strongest sword was so soft that he couldn't even cut through a piece of tofu.
The Tianjiao Taoist heart was broken and he shut himself up on the spot: "My sword... My Tao... Is a fake?"
From then on, the entire world of immortality went crazy.
Countless bigwigs followed Zhao Jianwei, frantically thinking that there was a supreme truth behind every inadvertent move he made.
Zhao Jianwei: "I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"
He just wanted to live a little... Easier in this dangerous world.
But gradually, he discovered that every time he fiddled with the thread of the law, there were always some terrifying shadows invisible to others. On the other end of the law, he cast a greedy gaze on him...
