[Xianxia Imagination] [Suspense Healing]
When other people travel through time, it's either Long Aotian or a loser who counterattacks.
I'm different.
I died once and lived again with a broken mirror on my chest.
This mirror, if nothing else, can illuminate the inner demons.
A monk who is obsessed with obsessions would be a disaster for others.
With me, you can go into the fantasy world and have a few words to solve the problem.
And every time I cross a person, my cultivation level increases.
While other people try to cultivate immortality by taking pills and risk their lives, my cultivation of immortality relies entirely on talking to people.
I thought I had picked up a huge golden finger.
It wasn't until later that I discovered that the cracks on the mirror were getting deeper and deeper.
Hidden in the mirror is a face exactly like mine...
This mirror has never been given to me for free.
