Traveling Through Time and Cultivating Immortality, I Really Want to Go Home!

Time traveled. There is no system, no golden finger, and no peerless technique. Qingyang squatted on the loess road, still holding the bag of damp peanuts in his hand, thinking: There is something wrong with this script! Normally, there is either a beeping sound in the system or an old man with a golden finger. If it doesn't work, there should be a unique skill or something. What's even more wrong is that he has an inexplicable "foundation-building spiritual light" in his body. He is regarded as a comrade by passing immortals, or the guardian of orphans in the village. He is also pestered by a fool and asks: "Why are your eyes so clean?" He wants to go home! (⋟⋞)