The immortal fate is encountered in the state of death, but the road to immortal cultivation is even more difficult!

Because the dying immortal cultivators need to experiment with incomplete skills, Xu Fan, who has low qualifications, is accepted as a disciple.

The power of the Taoism released by this incomplete skill is only half of that of ordinary people.

Is it a blessing? Is it a disaster?

Open your eyes, the world is already full of scars.

Deception, betrayal, conspiracy, concealment, hypocrites, real villains.

This is destined not to be a peaceful cultivation. Let's see Xu Fan stand proudly between heaven and earth in the face of hypocrisy!

Immortals and Buddhas have disappeared. In the last days of the Dharma, there are no more real people in the world.

"Practicing Taoism and seeking truth" has become a legend. Left-handed and side-door ways, no-righteous pseudo-cultivation are rampant, and the real practitioners are called... demons and evil spirits by the world.

Qiu Zhen traveled through time and broke the mystery in the womb for three years. Unfortunately, he has not waited for his system, portable grandfather, and golden finger. He is mediocre, frustrated, and unable to climb the ladder to the top...

"Don't force me to cultivate immortality! " That

night, the cool breeze was blowing, Qiu Zhen lay flat on the ground and looked up at the sky.

It is said that in the most mysterious and supreme heaven of Taixu, there is a heavenly palace called Miro Palace, and the immortal of Miro is the supreme immortal.

"One day, I must go up and take a look!"

Under the bright starlight, Qiu Zhen stood up resolutely and walked towards the lights of thousands of houses...

The finished and 10,000-ordered masterpiece "The Celestial Immortal Official"

Legend has it that he descended from the sky, riding on the wind, descending from the Vermillion Bird, and stepping on...

Whenever this sentence is heard, there is always a big bird jumping angrily and saying, "Nonsense, this kid just slipped and fell off the cliff and happened to fall on me!"

And the handsome young man next to him just smiled shyly, then reached out and rubbed the big bird's beautiful crest, and said, "There is no way, who told my parents to name me Fang Luoya?"

Now that he is really off the cliff, he has to give some benefits!

This story follows the journey of an individual known as "the fifth," who transitions from a rural village to the vibrant, yet sometimes daunting, urban landscape. Initially driven by the fundamental need to find a partner, the fifth's path leads them to the bustling atmosphere of a night market.

Working alongside the pragmatic "Li sister" at a barbecue stall, the fifth immerses themselves in the demanding rhythm of city life. However, the energy of the night market cannot fully eclipse the weight of their past and the lingering memories of a woman named "Mei." Fragmented recollections and a sense of helplessness intertwine with the present realities of labor and the search for connection in a new world.

As the fifth navigates the challenges and encounters of their new urban existence, the contrast between their rural roots and city aspirations becomes increasingly apparent. This is a tale of seeking love and stability amidst the bright lights and hidden burdens of urban life, where the past casts long shadows on the present.

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Under the blazing sun, Zhang Yu, dressed in white, stood quietly in a small courtyard built by a mortal.

With a wave of his hand, the sky changed drastically, the sun and the moon alternated, and the position of the original scorching sun was now replaced by a bright moon.

He raised his head, looked at the boundless starry sky, and murmured to himself: "Xue'er, have I fulfilled our promise? I think so..."