Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation, becoming a member of the Foundation Establishment Han family, activating the Fishing System allows you to fish for all things in the prehistoric world. [Ding, congratulations to the host for catching a wisp of Qi.] Qi is the innate spiritual energy that refines one's bones and improves one's aptitude! [Ding! Congratulations to the host for catching a weed.] Grasses are hundred-year-old spiritual herbs, thousand-year-old elixirs, and ten-thousand-year-old spiritual roots that can aid breakthroughs and prolong life! [Ding! Congratulations to the host for catching the Enlightenment Cushion.] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for catching the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan!] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for catching the Immortal-Slaying Gourd!] ...Years later, Han Sen: "Cultivating immortality is actually very simple. All you need is to fish!" The Immortal Han family: Yes, yes, yes, Patriarch Sen is right! P.S.: The introduction is weak, please read the full text!

In a world of great competition, human life is like grass, and at the end of the dynasty, beacon fires are everywhere.

The heroes are divided, and the catastrophe has continued for years. The prosperous world is once a hundred miles without people, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles.

And above this chaotic world, beyond the earthly world, there are those who have passed away and are about to return.

They are either legends or myths…

In this great world, in a small border town, Yang Prison raised his head and saw dark clouds rolling in and a torrential rain coming.

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There are old books “Projection of the Heavens” and “Dao Ji”, and friends who like it can go and read.

The rivers and lakes carry wine with swords, the waist is slender and the palm is light.

The young man carried a long knife on his shoulder, and hung wine on his waist, striding forward, but the rivers and lakes in his heart were vaguely visible.

Turning a page in the book of troubled times, the rivers and lakes have been raining nightly for decades.

Looking back suddenly, the world has been shattered.

All things are like dreams and bubbles.

All things in the world are nothing but a cataract in the eyes, a bubble in the water, a mirage in spring, and a dew in the morning, without reality.

And the immortality of thousands of generations is nothing but coming from the stars and returning to the stars.

Countless planes, billions of lives, immortals and mortals compete for a dream, aren't they also the shadows of their own six dusts falling?

Then what is the end of this time and space, the other side of the immortal road, the existence that truly transcends everything?

Changkong Realm, Yuanyang Sea.

A three-no cultivator who died tragically, with two souls, suddenly opened his eyes...