When I was lying alone in the huge bronze incense burner, the only things around me were a pile of rotten medicinal materials prepared by that stinking heavenly master and the Tianbeng Sword that stayed with me every day.
Someone outside started passing bundles of burning torches in.
I rolled my eyes, thinking that back then I was famous and powerful in the heaven, but now I am scattered in the world, and I am really being bullied by dogs.
I closed my eyes and recalled the past.
The story begins with the war between immortals decades ago...
Intention: How to cultivate immortality correctly
