Buzhou has practiced hard for thousands of years on the top of the mountain, and is stuck in the Golden Immortal Perfection, unable to move. Suddenly, the high-level martial arts chat group popped up in my mind, and both the Wudang Taoist and the Grass God were there. The leader of Tianxiahui asked me to send a video to show my strength, so I casually pinched the prototype of a galaxy on my fingertips. There was silence for three seconds, and then a sentence came out: Do you call this thing cultivating immortals?
