Traveling through the world of immortality, the beginning is hell mode.
Measuring spiritual roots? None.
Check background? None.
Wait for the system? None.
Watching the geniuses flying around with their swords, the protagonist could only admit bitterly: In this world where talents are judged, I am just an NPC who makes up the numbers.
Since you can't become an immortal, then use modern thinking to reduce dimensions and attack the world.
While Fairy Gao Leng was still fighting for a foundation-building pill, my hotpot branch had already opened at the entrance of the sect's main hall.
When the peerless genius was still taking Bigu Pills and practicing hard, the milk tea I developed already had monks lining up in a long queue.
Why are there no comments [laughing awkwardly]