When I came back from rebirth, I brought a chamber pot with me.
This chamber pot contains the remnants of Pangu from hundreds of millions of years ago;
This chamber pot can swallow the rules and laws of all realms;
This chamber pot is my only "home".
Facing the coming of the Immortal Lord, I raised the chamber pot and turned it into a black hole that swallowed the stars;
Facing the laws of the forbidden land, I stepped into the urinal and reshaped my divine body from chaos.
When all living beings cultivate immortality, they compete for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth;
When I cultivate immortality, I strive for Pangu's "relics".
"Don't ask me why I'm so strong, just ask - this pot won't answer!"
In this world, all practice will eventually return to nothingness.
Unless, you have a "home" big enough to swallow up the rules.
The young man walked from a desolate ruins,
There is a bronze fragment that is as black as ink and exudes an old atmosphere.
When he passes by, the spiritual veins will dry up; when he turns around, the laws will be reshaped.
When all living beings cultivate immortality, they compete for the aura of heaven and earth and the cause and effect of all realms;
What he strives to cultivate as an immortal is to pack up all the heavens and worlds and stuff them into the "chamber pot" behind his back.
"Don't ask me why I am so strong - the question is, this pot of mine is unreasonable."
