The Pretending Career of Mo Dharma Immortal Lord

My name is Shen Suixin, and I am the last immortal in this world. Demon Lord Li Wuya is sitting across from me at the moment, sipping the "enlightenment tea" I fried with weeds from the back mountain, with a respectful expression. "Immortal Master, I haven't seen you for three thousand years. Your tea ceremony has become more and more unpredictable." He flattered carefully. I held my beard, which had no fairy spirit at all, and smiled lightly. He couldn't see that the hands in my sleeves were shaking slightly. It's not fear, it's emptiness. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has long been exhausted, and all the immortals, gods, demons and Buddhas have either passed away or gone to the illusory "upper realm" in the legend. I am the only one who, because of the special skills I practice, has managed to survive until now with a mouthful of innate Qi. I am a remnant of the old era and the only myth in the new era. Li Wuya put down the tea cup and finally saw: "I have encountered a difficulty in my practice recently and I am puzzled about the solution. I have come here to ask the Immortal... For some guidance." There was a tentative light in his eyes. I know he doubts me. After all, no one has seen me actually take action in hundreds of years.