[Prehistoric] + [No heroine] + [Genius] + [Sword Cultivator] + [Slightly slow to warm up] + [The big guys are all playing me]
Journey to the West has come to an end, and the Yuanhui catastrophe has swept across the wilderness.
The immortals and gods have collectively secluded themselves from the world, and the four major continents have been split into the realm of cultivation and the human world.
After great tribulations, ancient events have been forgotten, and almost no one has heard the names of the gods in the past.
Ye Wuyi watched his parents die at the hands of the pursuers in order to protect him. After narrowly escaping from death, he opened his eyes and accidentally entered a strange sect called Jianting Zixiao Palace.
There are only three "people" in the entire sect.
A blond master was thinking about what to eat today. Ye Wuyi seriously suspected that this was a golden retriever dog in disguise;
There is also a purple-robed master who is either in a daze or sleeping curled up every day. He looks like a cold cat demon no matter how he looks.
The name of this sect sounds like the master made it up casually!
There is no mountain gate, no disciples, no pomp and circumstance, and you still have to work in a farmhouse to make money. It is a third-rate pheasant sect.
Revenge? It seems that I can only rely on myself to fight for my life.
What's even worse is that he drank Master's expired happy water until his soul left his body.
Fortunately, the master used two gold bricks to redeem him from the black and white impermanent soul chain, but he also accidentally glanced at the impermanent book of life and death——
My life span is only fixed at nineteen years old! Live less than twenty!
A blood feud lies ahead, and death is approaching step by step. Ye Wuyi grits his teeth and practices his sword crazily, determined to return to the world of cultivation for revenge before the deadline.
It was only when one thing happened after another that he realized it later:
Master and Master have been playing me!
This article is fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
