The yamen has a decent job, kind parents, friendly colleagues, and a boss who takes care of me… For a long time, Kong Ning felt that the world was beautiful.

Until the wedding night, the smiling lady gave birth to demon eggs one after another in his body…

On the date of wedding, he came to know that his wife is a demon.

immortal mountains collapsed and gods disappeared. In a world of endless darkness, demons have kept all living beings in captivity.

Today’s headlines –

“The Malaysian Master has broken through nine products and fought the world!”

“The pony master is the best, sweeping Eurasian!”

“Joe’s helper once again, suspected of nine major masters!”

“The god of the gods is not old, the global master list re-enters the top ten!”

“…”

Looking at a piece of news flashing, Fang Pingxin is so tired, this script is wrong!

When he woke up, he crossed the flood world and became the youngest disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, the root and foot - Wudao Ancient Tea Tree.

At the beginning, the understanding is against the sky.

"Fate is in my day! Become a saint and be an ancestor, and sacrifice me!"

Later, the Zixiao Palace discussed the matter, and the saints discussed the deity of the god.

"How can I play this? Your mentality is broken!"

This world is infinitely vast, and there is a world of immortal cultivation in the mountains and seas.

There are hundreds of thousands of mountains in the world of mountain and sea cultivation.

There are hordes of monsters in these hundred thousand mountains, and the human race can only build strongholds to protect themselves.

The story begins on the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Zhang Qingjing carried the system transformed from "Seeking the Way of the Great Thousand Worlds" and began to seek immortality.

The first rays of sunlight pierce through the mountain mist. A handsome young man in his twenties stands on a stone path, looking utterly bewildered. In his hands, he holds two watches.

"I swear, I’m never accepting random stuff from strangers again—especially watches."

He looks up at the grand yet somewhat dilapidated mountain gate atop the peak and lets out a deep sigh.

"Hua Shan Sect… I wonder if Yue Buqun has done it yet…"

With five red hearts and a single blue star floating above his head, he takes a step forward, heading toward the entrance of Hua Shan Sect.

Starting from today, I am retired. But what should I be doing? I neither have the skills, nor the mind to do business, my only advantage is this pair of hands which have taken this world. What a headache…

Note: The usage of the term “retired” here doesn’t mean retiring from old age, work etc. It’s a specific term to refer to not involving oneself in the affairs of a certain society.

After waking up, Xie Lian traveled to a world of strange stories and became a graceful and elegant young lady.

He became her.

But Xie Lian's mood did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Because she is devoted to cultivating immortality!

Lu Yan traveled to a strange world, and every once in a while the whole world would usher in a version update.

Yesterday it was still the immortal version of Taoism, and today it will turn into a wasteland doomsday with zombies everywhere.

In the last second, the true god descended to the world and overlooked the mysterious world, and the next moment the human federation explored the stars and traveled through the sea of stars.

In the ever-changing world, all living beings go with the flow, only Lu Yan is independent of many versions.

In the immortal version, he seeks skills, in the doomsday version, he refines all souls, in the urban version, he starts the spiritual energy revival and stirs up the general trend, and spreads the immortal way from the mysterious world to seize the throne.

When Lu Yan's name spread to many versions, he had already surpassed all the immortals and gods

The horse and the young man under the night in Luo City, the horse's hooves make a clicking sound on the bluestone.

He is like a character in a storyteller, coming from the cloud waterfall, going to the rivers and lakes, walking to the green mountains, watching the sunset in the west.

If you ask, who is the guest who never returns in this river and lake?

He will answer, the breeze, the bright moon, and me.

...

This may be a long story, let me tell it slowly.