Xianhu Zhongdao

"A hundred lifetimes of time and a floating dream, who can get the illusion and refine it into reality?" Ren Zhen, a man who traveled to the world of immortality, believed that he would become an immortal. ——Although now, his consciousness is squatting in his mind, using a broken medicine hoe to loosen the soil of a thin gourd vine, and sprinkle broken spiritual sand on it. It was the only thing Ren Zhen brought with him when he traveled through time. For three years, the gourd fairy vine has stood there silently. Until today, a bud as big as a fingernail suddenly squeezed out of the cane: "Plant!" "What to plant?" Ren Zhen scratched his head and looked at the cultivation method in his hand... Could it be a cultivation method?