After cultivating for several lifetimes, I met a kind-hearted god who told me that I could not become an immortal.
I'm the leader of that mess.
Feeling unwilling. That group of trash is really ugly, has rags, and has a wide range of hobbies.
I want to hug tightly the thigh of the lucky guy passing by——
I want to take the right path and let me become an immortal!
[Thunder point warning]
first person essay
The protagonist is mentally unstable
This is not a leveling-style fairy tale.
Firewood, rice, oil and salt are the main theme
Purpose: To explain materialism and modern thought around metaphysical issues