After failing to overcome the tribulation, Lin Xuan originally thought that his three hundred years of practice would be over.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had arrived in a world that was familiar yet unfamiliar.
Iron Man.
Superhero.
Alien.
There are also those lunatics who want to destroy the world at every turn.
The good news is, he's still alive.
The bad news is that his cultivation has plummeted, his storage ring has been broken, and only half of his natal flying sword is left.
The worse news is——
He didn't have a penny on him.
As a result, a strange oriental young man appeared on the streets of New York.
Carrying a broken sword on his back, he set up a stall to tell fortunes.
"One hexagram makes one hundred."
"It's probably free of charge."
Later, facing the superheroes, alien fleets and cosmic overlords sweeping across New York, everyone gradually discovered that——
This Oriental man who spends his days setting up a stall to tell fortunes and make alchemy to make money seems to be a bit ridiculously strong.
Thor: "What kind of artifact is the sword in your hand?"
Lin Xuan: "A useless sword that was broken during the tribulation."
Thanos: "I collected six Infinity Stones!"
Lin Xuan slowly drew his sword.
"Six stones, how dare you claim to be invincible in front of a poor Taoist?"
This day.
The sword energy spreads across the galaxy.
The entire Marvel Universe finally understands——
He's not a superhero.
He is a cultivator.
