Ninety Thousand Years of Searching for Immortals

Zhao Yi woke up and came to Tianbao Sanzai. He thought it was just a time travel, but he didn't expect that a magnificent world of cultivating immortals was slowly unfolding before his eyes. Then I understood that all kinds of encounters and many choices did not come from randomness, but were subject to various limitations of fate. In the void, a lonely eye slowly opened, witnessing the rise and fall of countless stars, and listening to the silent passage of time. Said: "He is finally here." (Not systematic, not Holy Mother, true record of cultivating immortality)