"The competition to select the most handsome and powerful, six immortal cultivators, and ten good men in Piaomiao Continent has begun. Place your bets quickly, first come first served!" "When did such a competition start?" "You don't know this, right? Master Ziyue came out of seclusion a month ago, and I don't know what's going on with my head. I think I was stupid. I actually said that I was the prettiest person with the highest immortal skills. The other real people were not convinced by this, and then started a series of immortal magic battles, and now it has evolved into this." Xiao Ziyue, who was standing aside and listening silently, just wanted to say: What the hell is this? The world of immortality is so scary. Mom, I want to go home.
Intention: low-key