I, a low-level immortal with mottled spiritual roots, was ordered to guard the forbidden area. To guard against wild beasts, I pulled out a rusty iron rod and stuck it in front of the door. That day, the demon king who had been sealed for ten thousand years broke out of the ground, grabbed my neck and asked: "Who pulled out my sword?" I looked at the "iron rod" with only the hilt left in my hand, and fell into deep thought. In order to save my life, I was forced to become the temporary Taoist companion of the Demon Lord, accompanying him on his journey to find a way to rebuild the sword body (and unify the three realms by the way). The author of the novel writes whatever he wants.
Purpose: After get off work, you are stressed out and can vent your stress.