Traveling through the late Yuan Dynasty, I became a powerless scholar. He originally wanted to join the rebels, but he discovered a one-way portal connecting to the world of immortality in the dry well of his ancestral home. Can't come back from the past? I summon the fourth natural disaster with my backhand! Millions of players have arrived and have grown up in the world of immortality: they pick up garbage, dump illegal goods, and exploit secret realms, and never stand out. Thousands of years later, when the master of cultivation broke his head for the fragments of the fairy world, I sat in the courtyard at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and sipped tea. His consciousness scanned both worlds - the top ten anonymous sellers on the resource list all seemed to be my trump account.
