The leader of the Xuantian Sect, Lu Chen, failed to overcome the tribulation, which was supposed to be the end of death——
As a result, the catastrophe distorted time and space, and the entire mountain gate, along with five hundred disciples, elders, and guardian beasts, crashed into the center of a certain CBD square.
Five hundred monks in ancient costumes crawled out of the ruins. The elders yelled "Where is the demon formation?" The cranes screamed at the glass curtain wall, and the traffic policeman was frightened out of his walkie-talkie.
Lu Chen looked at the location of his sect on the map on his mobile phone - the city center, where every inch of land was valuable.
After three seconds of silence, he issued the first order from the sect leader after time travel:
"Put your sword away first, don't scare the mortals."
Then, he opened the food delivery app and began to study how much he could earn by delivering an order these days.
The foundation-building elder does not need a tower crane to move bricks, the alchemist switches his profession to selling traditional Chinese medicine, the sword cultivator delivers a sword on the same day, and the crane's live broadcast can make a living better than Internet celebrities.
The spiritual energy is recovering, and the dormant forces of cultivating immortals in the city are beginning to rise.
But the top priority of the sect leader is: how to fill 500 mouths this month.
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