I Am a Great Craftsman Who Cultivates Immortality

When Wang Mo opened his eyes again, the time travel was a foregone conclusion - falling into the dangerous world of immortality where one race had not yet established hegemony and all races were fighting for their lives in blood and fire. He once thought he was holding a hell-difficulty script. Until he dug out the little yellow gourd with a big thumb and wrinkled skin like old tree bark from the hands of the charlatan; and then he picked up the dying golden retriever puppy, its paws still stained with wet mud. But there was a voice in my heart that sounded the alarm: the wine in this gourd is definitely not ordinary wine; the one this puppy wants to follow is definitely not ordinary people.