Others are trying to survive in the apocalypse, while I am taking a leisurely stroll. When the last cultivator who has cultivated for thousands of years encounters a wasteland world where zombies are rampant... Others are still worrying about whether they can have enough to eat today, but I am worried about which sword energy I should use to split this mountain of zombies blocking the way more beautifully.
He was rescued by a little girl driving a tin cart and holding a fire-breathing iron pipe. She taught me apocalyptic survival skills with a arrogant look on her face, and said she would protect me. I looked at the S-level fireball in her hand, and remembered the real sun fire I made before retreating... Well, this world seems to be a little more interesting than I thought.
