Mo Nian, a demon cultivator in the period of returning to his true form, was surrounded and suppressed by three thousand "decent" monks. The void was torn apart and his soul fell into the world of high martial arts.
When he woke up, he was lying on a broken straw mat, half covered with a smelly newspaper, and a chipped bowl beside him.
Don't miss the bitterness.
"I have traveled across the sea of stars for three thousand years and have never been so depressed."
He touched the magic refining bead in his arms that had traveled through time with him. The bead was slightly hot, as if responding to him.
At this moment, a bowl of hot porridge was handed to him.
A girl squatted next to him, with a vigilant look on her dirty face: "Uncle, are you hungry?"
Mo Nian looked at her, then at the warm magic bead, and the corner of her mouth curled up slightly: "Hungry."
A year later, the entire martial arts system in the high martial arts world began to collapse.
Because they discovered that there was a homeless man teaching them what true cultivation was.
This world thinks that the peak of martial arts is the end.
They didn't know that the homeless man basking in the sun on the straw mat had caused huge waves in the world of immortality.
Mo Nian smiled and said to her little sister, "The porridge is delicious."
The little sister returns to her mother.
