I Really Don't Want to Practice

He practiced Qi at the age of ten, became a Nascent Soul at a hundred years old, and ascended to the immortal world at the age of a thousand years. This cheating life makes Zhang Daosheng himself feel like he is in a dream. In less than ten thousand years, he will kill three corpses and become a golden immortal. Integrating into the Great Dao, opening up the world, and the extremely comfortable life of cultivation soon became something wrong. As the ancestor of all immortals and the master of the Great Dao, his cultivation speed has not decreased but increased. Five days a big break, three days a small break, either the soul or the golden body. A lunch in the Three Thousand Worlds, a half-moon scene of boundless chaos, and supreme grandeur. His innate merits were only enough to fill a gap between his teeth. It seemed that the energy of this world could not support his cultivation speed at all. After 30,000 years, not a single clean hair is left in this space, but he is conscious, active, energetic, and has strong qi and blood. When I open my eyes, I see everything is a black hole. Is it possible that in the boring years, I am counting how many realms I have broken through? "First level, second level, one hundred levels, twenty thousand levels, three million levels, fifty million levels..." Oh my God! Is there any end to this damn practice day?