After traveling through the ancient times, he unexpectedly became a Yiqi immortal with a shallow background in the White Bone Cave of Skull Mountain. He knew that only stability is the true meaning of longevity. From then on, there was no more Yiqi immortal with evil spirits in the world, only the pure masters who devoted themselves to enlightenment. He used Skull Mountain as his foundation, laid an innate formation to lock the secrets of heaven, planted the roots of pure soul to cleanse the evil spirits, and refined the treasures to protect the Tao and wait for the wind and cloud. Let you fight with each other, let the witches and liches bleed, I will sit high in the cave, retreat, practice, and accumulate merit. It was not until the Conferred God Tribulation began and the immortals and gods in the sky were killed to madness that they were shocked to find that a golden wheel of merit had been erected on the Skull Mountain that was not affected by cause and effect. Under the light of the treasure, a Taoist sat leisurely on a cushion, smiling at the visitor: "Daoist friend, please stay. You cannot enter my Skull Mountain without permission."

Lin Xuan's journey through time was a hellish beginning, as he became a minor land deity during the newly established Zhou Dynasty. Fortunately, deep within his soul, an ancient scroll, the "Record of Merits," became Lin Xuan's only recourse. "Saving one person earns ten points of merit; exterminating one demon earns a hundred; combing the earth's veins and benefiting the region brings immeasurable merit..." Exchange for fifty years of cultivation: 400 points of merit; ascending to the position of City God: 100,000 points of merit... Looking at the dazzling array of exchanges in the "Record of Merits," Lin Xuan realized: This wasn't a hellish start; this was a clear start! From then on, Lin Xuan transformed himself into the most diligent of Shinto oxen and horses. Within his domain, the weather was favorable, and evil spirits were eradicated. Outside, he saw injustice and earned merit. Lin Xuan quietly saved his "money," silently exchanging it for whatever resources would enhance his power. As time passed, the once insignificant land became a place ruled by...

Wang Shen swatted a mosquito and died suddenly.

He then traveled through the prehistoric world and became the first mosquito in the universe.

He became one of the five most dangerous insects in the prehistoric world: the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito, also known as the Mosquito Taoist.

Facing a fate that would see him first hunted by the Styx and reduced to a homeless dog, then captured and held captive by Zhunti, and finally led to be suppressed beneath the Leiyin Temple, his mind obliterated by Buddhist chants, becoming a puppet of the Western Cult, Wang Shen decided that staying in the West was a good idea!

But just as he was about to flee beyond the boundaries, never to return, a black cloud drifting into the sea of ​​blood caught his attention... "Rāhu's remnant soul? Chicken flavor, crunchy." ... Devouring Rāhu's remnant soul, he inherited the magic path's luck and obtained its greatest treasure.

... Feeling the three layers of blood sea luck surging through him, he glanced at the God-Slaying Spear in his hand and the twelfth-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus at his feet.

Contemplating the allure of the blood sea's immortality, Wang Shen suddenly...

Meng Mo traveled through the wilderness and became a nightmare demon in the demon camp. Unexpectedly, as soon as he transformed, he was dragged into the catastrophe by Luohou. In order to avoid becoming the ash of the battle between Taoism and demons, he took every step carefully and calculated everywhere, tricking Luohou, fighting Hongjun, destroying the Heavenly Palace, and breaking into the underworld... Unknowingly, he has become a legend passed down by the world. When he ascended to the Heavenly Palace, all the immortals bowed their heads; when he entered the underworld, all the ghosts crawled on their backs. He stayed in the Nuwa Palace and watched Nuwa dancing drunkenly; he climbed Kunlun Mountain and discussed Taoism with the Three Pure Ones; he stepped on Mount Xumi and laughed at the Buddha's cowardice...

After traveling through the primordial world and becoming Guangchengzi, the future eldest brother of the Xianjiao sect, Chen Guang felt neither good nor bad. The thought of having his three crown flowers shaved off during the Conferred Gods Battle filled him with shame! But as the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Guangchengzi sighed and could only strive to improve himself and protect his fellow disciples. Fortunately, the Xianjiao sect possessed countless magical powers, the first of which horrified the gods of the primordial world. "Duobao, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust. The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is nothing. Behold my Jade Void Palace's most powerful technique, the Great Summoning Technique: Summon Yuanshi Tianzun!" "Yunxiao, do you want me to choose between a group fight or a one-on-one duel? Yes, a group fight means we all fight you, and a one-on-one duel means you fight us all!" "Third Uncle, please forgive my disrespect. Junior disciples, form the Twelve Dutian Qingling Formation! Summon Yuqing Zhen...