An Immortal Venerable's Study Abroad Diary

He failed his tribulation. When he woke, he had become a penniless international student on the streets of London. He had only a thread of spiritual power left, his spiritual sense reached barely a hundred meters, and all he was wearing was a pair of shorts. But this world was not without the supernatural. It had simply taken on a different guise: hidden in the crystal lattices of chemistry labs, in the resonance between the full moon and bronze vessels, and in the golden eyes of a translucent owl. Seven people were drawing near. Seven pieces of bronze were stirring awake. And he still didn’t know he was sitting at the center of the formation. Some things are older than the heavenly tribulation.