Hundreds of thousands of mountains, dark and humid towering ancient trees block out the sun, and the air is filled with suffocating miasma. Occasionally, a few beast roars came from very far away, shaking the ground like thunder, causing the smelly dew condensed on the leaves to roll down.
Lin Bei collapsed against the roots of a giant tree that required ten people to hug him, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with clear stupidity and deep despair for the world.
Just half an hour ago, he was staying up late playing games in his rented house of less than ten square meters. Just because he grabbed a snack coupon on a certain food delivery app that gave him nineteen points off when he spent twenty or more. He jumped up from his chair with excitement and bumped his head against the wall. When he opened his eyes again, he came to this ghost place where even the air smelled like cannibalism.
After half an hour of groping, combined with the fragmented memories in his mind, Lin Bei came to understand an extremely cruel reality. He traveled through time. Traveled to a world of immortal cultivation called Tianxuan Continent. The power here can move mountains and fill seas, monsters swallow clouds and spit out mist, and mortal lives are like grass. And he, Lin Bei, is the most fragile piece of grass. He has no distinguished life experience, no amazing bones, and he doesn't even remember how the original owner died outside the Hundred Thousand Mountains. He only feels pain everywhere in his body, as if his bones have been dismantled and reassembled.
