A Max-Level Boss Sets up a Stall, and the Whole Immortal World Kneels Down to Beg for Fortune Telling.

Nanwu, the number one god in the immortal world, was struck into the lower realm by a thunderbolt and turned into a three-and-a-half-year-old milk dumpling. The little girl waved her hand: "Don't be afraid. She has no damage to her fortune-telling skills. She goes down the mountain to set up a stall and is good at telling fortunes." Raise your hands and pinch your fingers to determine life and death, calculate fortune, and break luck. He has become the number one fortune teller in the world of immortality from a fortune teller on the street. Even the ancestors of sects and emperors of the dynasty lined up to kneel down and ask: "Little ancestor, please give me a fortune teller!" … At the beginning, when the leader of the Qianji Sect came down the mountain, he was greeted by a sentence: "Old man, your hall is dark, and there may be a bloody disaster." The unbelieving sect leader was persuaded by passers-by to accept the peace charm, but he never thought that it would be fulfilled late at night. He held the closed disciple in his hand and stabbed him in the heart. The golden light suddenly appeared on the talisman, and the sect leader saved his life on the spot. The next day, he knelt down and begged directly, "Please ask the master to tell your fortune." After learning that the sect was about to be destroyed, the remaining six direct disciples were dead, wounded, and crippled. He made up his mind that no matter what the price, he would buy a chance for his disciples to survive for the sect, and he had to invite people back to the sect no matter what. The group of elders and disciples looked at Naituanzi with expressions that changed from the initial sarcasm: Can she tell fortunes? Kneel down and lick after being slapped in the face: Elder Nanwu, please eat candy. All direct disciples transformed into loyal servant dogs: What are they called elders? They are called ancestors.