I Have No Talent in Cultivating Immortals

The clouds of calamity rolled, thunder flashed, and a Gatling gun barrel as huge as a mountain slowly stretched out with a heart-stopping sense of oppression. Duan Qiong saw his first catastrophe and realized the seriousness of the problem. He was so anxious that he blurted out: "In my entire life, I have not believed in gods or pursued immortals. I have only respected heaven." The huge Gatling gun barrel retracted into the calamity cloud. There was ecstasy in his eyes: "As a cultivator, I always follow the direction of heaven. God tells me to go east, but I will never go west." The huge Gatling barrel retracted again. He encouraged himself to keep up his efforts: "Grandpa." Boom, the huge Gatling gun barrel squeezed out of the calamity cloud, exuding the power of destruction. Duan Qiong:...... (Shadow setting, serious plot)