My Way: the Long Road to Immortality

I came to the world of immortality for no reason, where human life is a showcase for the monks' ability. In my opinion, it is no different from wanton massacre. I have to find a way to get back. I firmly believe that everything has a beginning and an end, comes and goes, has a cause and an effect. There must be a reason and opportunity for me to come here. If I find her, I can go back. For this reason, I had to cultivate to save my own life while looking for an opportunity to return home. To this end, I look for various opportunities to improve myself and explore how to make myself even stronger. He actually embarked on the path of becoming strong step by step. Zhou Ziyu is not a complete materialist, because some metaphysical events have actually happened around him, so he has always followed Confucius and stayed away from ghosts and gods. She could understand that she was on the construction site and came here with no hope of survival due to the landslide, but who was going to tell her where this was? This place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and full of vitality, which god belongs to this place? Zhou Ziyu raised his head and looked at the cliffs towering into the clouds. He lowered his head and looked at his hands and feet. Well, he had white and tender little fingers, fleshy palms, and little boots full of mud. He stood up and walked a few steps. His clothes looked torn and stained with blood, but luckily, his bones were not broken. This person fell from above and survived the catastrophe. Uh, no, the original owner of this body was dead. It was her, Zhou Ziyu, who woke up. But how could the original owner, a child, fall off the cliff? Zhou Ziyu, Zhou Ziyu, you are not a nerd who writes about conspiracies and tricks, right? Others had some golden fingers when they traveled through time. Zhou Ziyu carefully felt the sensations up and down, and chanted a few random spells, but there was no response, so he gave up resignedly. "Oh my god, you threw me into this barren place and asked me to find another place to fend for myself?" Zhou Ziyu's echoes came from the desolate valley. "Who am I? Where am I? Who can help me -" There was some movement in the distance, getting closer and closer, and it felt like the ground beneath my feet was shaking, and there were chaotic shouts and roars of wild beasts in the wind. Mom, is this the rhythm of dying at the beginning? Zhou Ziyu hurriedly found a big stone to cover his figure, his heart pounding. "God, please open your eyes. I don't want to be buried in the mouth of a wild beast and end up dead without a burial place. As long as I live, I will offer incense to your old man and bless the poor child." I wonder if this prayer at the moment of death really had an effect, and the noisy voice really disappeared. Zhou Ziyu quietly poked his head out and found nothing unusual. Zhou Ziyu, who kept comforting himself and finally felt relieved, turned around and saw a bloody mouth with two pointed front teeth shining coldly. He passed away without even taking a breath. The moment before he fainted, Zhou Ziyu thought to himself, "Please bite me to death with one bite and don't let me feel the heartbreaking pain." Intent: This is a story about establishing a new worldview for yourself after the worldview is broken.