I Traveled from the Immortal Emperor to the Earth and Became a Cow and Horse

Ninety-three thousand years of cultivation, exploded into stardust all over the sky. Canglan Immortal Emperor Ling Xuan, the only ninth-grade Immortal Emperor in the immortal world, could calm the galaxy with a flip of his hand, and determine reincarnation by turning his hand. He did not die in the killing of the Immortal Killing Formation, but fell into the hands of his most trusted Taoist companion and sworn brother. I burn my soul and just want to die together. When I open my eyes again, there is no splendid jade bed in the fairy palace. There is only the musty smell of instant noodles in the ten-square-meter rental house, as well as the arrears of 5,000 yuan borrowed from Huabei, and the landlord who presses for rent and slams the door. The Immortal Emperor who used to pay tribute to all the realms now only has twenty-seven and a half yuan in his pocket. He has to rely on friends to support him even for a bowl of beef noodles. For a monthly salary of four thousand and five, he has to work as a coward in an e-commerce company and is publicly PUAed by his incompetent supervisor. Ling Xuan: I have lived for 90,000 years, and I have always been the only one who bullies others. How can I be wronged like this? Immortal emperor-level thinking sweeps across the workplace, revealing loopholes in plans at a glance, and explosive activities directly drive up the company's performance; ancient treasure appraisal skills sweep across the antique market, and one can easily pick up millions of net worth; the pressure of the remaining emperor soul specializes in curing all kinds of disobedient idiots, green tea, and snobbery. It's just that life in the mortal world is far more lively than he thought. Using mobile phones as a magic weapon for communication, using the subway as a spiritual trap, and using Internet celebrity live broadcasts as a magic spell to charm monsters, the immortal emperor's daily life in the mortal world is full of jokes. He has seen the intrigues in the immortal world, but he tasted the warmth in a bowl of hot beef noodles; he has been in charge of the life and death of hundreds of millions of immortals, but he understands that mortals can't help but "break their backs for a mouthful of rice." When his cultivation was steadily recovering, and the passage back to the immortal world was right in front of him, the traitors from back then were carving up his immortal realm to dominate, but Ling Xuan stood in front of the crack and looked back at the