Transmigrated into a pot-dwelling immortal, only to emerge a hundred thousand years later. Having finally acquired a divine incarnation, allowing for some breathing room, yet still a lowly god in the Divine Court, spending his days granting wishes and alleviating poverty. "Outside the Pot Heaven, you call me a Pot Heaven Immortal, claiming I'm a remnant soul bound to a pot to attain enlightenment—I won't argue with you." "Once you enter my Pot Heaven, shouldn't you address me as the Supreme Emperor of the Pot Heaven Jade Palace?" Within this tiny universe, a carefree Pot Heaven Immortal. Lin Qingxuan cultivates spiritual roots, holds Dharma assemblies, builds markets, and countless beings enter my pot. Once all the cultivators from the outside world have entered my Pot Heaven, who will be the Heavenly Emperor—you or me?

Zhou Mo sat on a park bench with a cup of milk tea, his mind empty as he pondered over something crucial for a man who had just traveled through time. When would he die? And... who stole his brain? The murderer was very unethical. It was understandable that he dug out his brain, but taking away his eyes as well was too much. So Zhou Mo planned to retrieve his brain before he died completely.

Under the daily routine, at the end of rationality, outside the world you are familiar with - it is a landscape you have never imagined.

When Yu Sheng opened the door for the first time, the world he was familiar with collapsed.

And the "truth" that goes straight to the root of the world came to him.