The world is out of order, the gods have disappeared, the cycle of reincarnation has collapsed, demons are rampant, and people's hearts have sunk into the ghost realm.

"Um......."

"It's too late to save it. Let's burn it down."

The misfit scholar picked up his cane and began to travel around the world.

The first step is to break into the Zhu family’s gate.

(This work has been completed with over 4 million words. This book is not a historical work, but a fictional world of immortals, demons and monsters.)

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?

(Just for fun, don't criticize if you don't agree) Li Chang'an is the most steadfast cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation. His lifelong pursuit is to achieve immortality through seclusion, never causing any trouble. However, he's struck by a multi-dimensional live broadcast system, forcing him to demonstrate his power to countless dimensions. Fearful of death, he's forced to replace his live broadcasts with the most basic cultivation knowledge. He explains "Basic Breathing Techniques," demonstrates "One Hundred Ways to Draw a Cleansing Talisman," shares "One Hundred Tips for Avoiding Danger"... He simply wants to appease the system, collect his rewards, and continue to hide. Little does he know that what he considers mundane basics are, to the powerful in other worlds, supreme secrets that lead directly to the Great Dao! The talismans he casually draws are revered as divine scrolls in the magical world; the breathing techniques he teaches sanctify the body of a wasteland youth; and the avoidance techniques he teaches are revered as the highest tactical guide by the interstellar fleet. Unknowingly, countless geniuses and powerful figures from countless dimensions have become his devoted followers, constantly breaking through by "imagining" his every word. When Li Changan was finally forced to leave the mountain gate, he discovered that... The mighty swordsman in front of him was actually the top player in his live broadcast room; the Lich King who commanded the undead army behind him was actually his class representative; even the old man selling candied haws on the roadside ascended to heaven by listening to his lectures! Li Changan: "I said all this was a misunderstanding, do you believe it?" This is a story about a "strongest master" who desperately wants to be low-key, but is always imagined to be invincible by his disciples.

[Ordinary Person's Flow] [Normal Values] [Slow Burn] [Alchemy]

Lu Changqing unexpectedly arrives in the world of cultivation, awakens his past life's wisdom, and becomes a disciple of the Lianqi Xuan family, responsible for managing the spiritual fields.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, he discovered a bronze mirror with its own spiritual field and an abnormal flow of time.

From then on, he lived a life of farming and alchemy.

"I got the Jade Ginseng!"

The lowly cultivators were overjoyed as they saw the jade ginseng they had snatched from the crowd.

Lu Changqing: "Green Jade Ginseng? If you hadn't told me, I would have thought it was a radish."

"A three-hundred-year-old golden jade lingzhi mushroom—it's time for me to establish my foundation!"

In order to achieve Foundation Establishment, the rogue cultivator was overjoyed to see the Golden Jade Lingzhi that had been fought so hard to obtain.

"A three-hundred-year-old golden jade lingzhi? That whole area was full of it; I thought it was just weeds."

"After searching for a hundred years, I have finally obtained this Golden Thunder Bamboo. By refining it with divine power, I am invincible among those of the same realm!"

The great cultivator looked at the Golden Thunder Bamboo he had been searching for for a hundred years and laughed heartily!

Lu Changqing: "Golden Thunder Bamboo? See these 108 flying swords of mine? They're all wholesale Golden Thunder Bamboo."

Several years later.

"If we were to name the most brilliant genius in the human realm over the past ten thousand years, none other than Immortal Venerable Lu would be the one."

Hearing the rumors circulating outside, Lu Changqing smiled but remained silent.

"Invincible, immortal, yet so lonely as snow."

Looking at the astonishing spiritual roots of heaven and earth in the space, Lu Changqing said this.

After traveling through time, Lai Yang was saved by a peasant girl and became stronger with every day he survived.

The two fell in love with each other over time, and although their life was not rich, it was happy and fulfilling.

Later, a sudden disaster changed everything.

That night, he picked up the sword, the sword was stained with blood, and the rain soaked his clothes.

That night, the wind was cool and the rain was cold, but they could not resist the coldness in Lai Yang's heart.

From then on, he set out into the martial arts world with a single man and a sword, eliminating evil, slaying demons, punishing evildoers, and pacifying the world.

"I have a sword, and I will show it to you today. Who has any grievances?"

Hey, why do you slander my innocence and say that I am doomed to fail?

It's just a Longmen meeting, and a few candidates died? I became the only candidate, and they say I'm a jinx.

All those who have grudges against me are dead, how could it be related to me?

I don't know how they died.

I'm just a small constable.

Congratulations to the host master for his tragic death and his cultivation level increased to +10000!

One hundred million people around the world have awakened their superpowers.

And I'm just an ordinary high school student.

Until one day, I was possessed by a god.

And there were seven of them at once...

A story about a mortal boy who is not qualified to cultivate immortality, and a story about a man who cultivates the Tao with truth, goodness and beauty. There is not much killing, blood, and hatred! There is persistence, perseverance, kindness, and laughter!

Green mountains and cloud valleys, the thought of them is nothing but a fairyland;

Looking at the flowers through the fog, how can one know that the world is hazy?

Lin You came to this world by mistake, so he simply lay on the top of the mountain, carefully overlooking the entire world.

He saw the clouds rolling and unrolling, the wind's unpredictable nature, ancient immortals preaching under pine trees, emperors building high platforms to offer sacrifices to the heavens, and old men walking alone, all in pursuit of a chance for immortality...

Count all the romantic things in the world,

I have never seen a free and easy immortal in the mortal world.

So he planted a seed.

Years later, a sacred tree rose from the ground, reaching the azure sky and the underworld, its clear light illuminating the universe. Its glazed jade leaves drooped, reflecting the three thousand Dao seeds, breathing in endless spiritual energy... From then on, the mundane world was transformed into a place of immortality.

I only see the green mountains filled with thoughts, and do not envy the white cranes for forgetting their thoughts.

This is a story about a practitioner in the Dharma-Ending Age.

Yi Feng transmigrated to a cultivation world, but unfortunately, he could only be a mortal. Helpless, he could only run a small martial arts school to make a living, occasionally practicing blacksmithing, living the life of a "Grandmaster." Until one day, the small martial arts school became lively. Several old men with ethereal airs argued heatedly over a kitchen knife in Yi Feng's kitchen… A middle-aged man who had traversed the void hid in the clouds every day to secretly watch Yi Feng practice his fist techniques… A stunningly beautiful saintess even volunteered to be his maid… "I wonder when I will reach this state of returning to simplicity!" "Yes! Master Yi's fist technique seems ordinary, without any fluctuation of energy, yet it contains supreme martial intent; he is truly a peerless martial god!" Yi Feng: "I am a peerless martial god? How come I didn't know?" The big shots: "Senior, we understand! You are playing a grand game!" So I am a peerless martial god…