Traveling through the world of immortality, I knew the depth of the water, so I retreated in a barren mountain, determined to "never leave the mountain until I become an immortal."
I thought three years had passed outside, but in fact thirty thousand years had passed.
The chickens I raised were called "Phoenix Seeds"; the cabbages I planted were called "Elixir of Immortality"; the "Peppa Pig" I drew was turned into the "Supreme Sword Art Picture" by a group of swordsmen.
A group of big guys with MAX brain power built a sect in front of my house and insisted on recognizing me as their ancestor.
I was trembling with fear and worried about "how to break through to the first level of Qi refining" every day.
Until one day, my favorite stupid apprentice was bullied at the foot of the mountain.
I was thinking about going down the mountain to talk some sense, but... I accidentally slapped an ancestor from the Holy Land to death.
Looking at my ancestor who was reduced to ashes, I fell into deep thought.
Um? Could it be that my slap already has the power of the second level of Qi Refining?
