After Being a Wormhole for Billions of Years, I Finally Became a Human

I, Guixu, have been a wormhole for billions of years. Today, I've decided to give up and become a human.

When I woke up, I had transformed into a commoner youth in a low-level martial arts world.

The martial artists here are still fighting desperately to "release their internal energy three inches outward," while the villains are still agonizing over their dream of "dominating the martial arts world."

As for me, I simply teleported someone and used a spatial shield to block a thug's punch, and I was mistaken for a reclusive immortal.

The leader of the Blazing Fire Sect led thirty elite soldiers to kill me, but I simply waved my hand and banished them a hundred miles away.

The cult leader enveloped the entire area with poisonous fog, so I rolled my hand into a poison ball and stuffed it back into his mouth.

Leader of the martial arts world? No way!

A Dharma Master who protects the nation? No way!

All I want to do is open a general store in the capital, selling scraps and odds and ends of space, and watch a bunch of big shots and nobles fight tooth and nail over "trash".

Until the barbarian cavalry of 100,000 pressed in, my shop assistant was injured.

I sighed, got up from the deck chair, and stepped onto the border.

With a slap, he sent the barbarian king flying; with a wave of his hand, he banished an army of 100,000.

While the whole nation knelt in worship, I looked up at the sky—

"This low-level martial arts world... Has too little spiritual energy."

"Let's go, I'll take you to a place with more energy."

I tore open space, followed by my followers who looked completely dazed.

In the low-level martial arts world, I am revered as an eternal legend.

My wormhole life has only just begun its second chapter.