Lin Xuan, the Supreme Being of the Three Realms, was harmed by his close relatives and close friends. After ninety thousand years of soul refining, his life was worse than death.
Finally, when the soul returned to its original form, it was discovered that one hundred thousand years had passed.
The old horse has become the Demon Emperor, the sword has become the Sword Immortal, and even the willow tree in the backyard has become the Red Dust Immortal.
What's even more tragic is that his humble little apprentice has now become the founder of the first sect in the three realms.
But he himself was still in the stage of refining his Qi, and his cultivation had not moved at all.
Lin Xuan looked at the broken dantian and smiled: "It's been a hundred thousand years of refining qi, so it's time to take some action."
Reader comments
It's good-looking, has a strong rhythm, and is not the kind of mindless novel.
It's good-looking, has a strong rhythm, and is not the kind of mindless novel.