[Urban Cultivation of Immortality + Modern Sect + Slow and Hot + Macroscopic Plot]
My name is Ye Wushuang, an inner disciple of the Golden Core Stage in the Kyushu Realm.
A bolt of lightning struck from the sky and penetrated into a modern city where spiritual energy was thin and everyone regarded cultivating immortals as a joke.
There seems to be no sect here, no spiritual veins, just a group of people who regard me as mentally ill.
However, if I show my hand casually, the ancient martial arts family will kneel down, the hidden sect will be panicked, and the demonic monks will be cowed.
I crushed and investigated all the way, and then suddenly discovered...
Why did I travel through time?
Where do those mysterious words on the walls that are exactly the same as those from my Kyushu Realm come from?
It wasn't until I stepped into the depths of Kunlun Mountain that I vaguely came across a truth:
My time travel is never an accident.
Behind this lies two shocking chess games that spanned hundreds of millions of years in human civilization.
