Falling down the mountain, lost track of the forest.
There are eerie and weird giant trees, jagged rocks, and a foul mist in the air. Even wild beasts are reluctant to come here to live. Only some underground reptilian beasts stick out their heads from time to time. Occasionally, some scavenging night demon birds made unpleasant rattling noises.
Lingbao Jacob Cui has ragged clothes and a stubborn face. He has long lost his former grace. He was hiding in a damp and narrow cave. He heard the night demon bird’s call, and he was so scared that he buried his head lower, lest he would be discovered by the immortal summit.
Since gods were born on the Peak of Immortality three thousand years ago, the world of cultivating immortals has turned into a sea of corpses.
The deity did not allow anyone to see his face, nor did he allow anyone to discuss his name. Everyone can only vaguely call him the master of the immortal pinnacle, or the gods.
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