Liu Qi, a male, has traveled through the world of immortality with his soul.
This world is tens of thousands of years old. Legend has it that in ancient times, monks who transcended tribulations could tear apart the void and ascend to the upper world. Now - the spiritual veins are exhausted, the way of heaven is silent, and Nascent Soul has reached the pinnacle of the human world.
Liu Qi doesn't care about this. He was just a piece of trash left by the Six Peaks, picked up by the "trash pickers" of the Puppet Peak.
Puppet Peak, the poorest peak of the Weapon Refining Sect. There are 27 disciples, with an average Qi training period per person. The richest man had more than twenty puppets for self-defense, and the poorest man had two puppets made of paper. After Liu Qi came, he set a new lower limit for "poorest" - he owned nothing.
Elder Xuanjizi, golden elixir stage. There is a dragon puppet, which is said to be the remains that were dug out of the secret realm when he was young. It has been repaired for sixty years and has not been repaired yet.
Liu Qi looked at the half-dead dragon, and then at his empty spirit bag.
"Okay."
"Practice first."
