I died and I lived again.
The price of resurrection is a bit heavy. The mysterious man asked me to help him solve the problem of karma, but he changed hands and threw me into an empire of immortality cultivation where the materials for cultivating immortals were made public. He asked me, a mortal, to solve the problem of karma for him...
I have no choice but to learn to cultivate immortality...
"In the world of immortality, they call me a weakling. In reality, what should you call me?"
But cultivating immortality is like the apple in Eve's hand, untouchable. As I traveled between the world of my hometown and the world of cultivating immortals, I gradually began to wonder,
"Who am I?"
"Where do I belong?"
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
