Sandao found that not only had he lost his cultivation, but he had actually come to another world ten minutes after eating five meat buns.

In front of a simple newsstand, he found some clues through a few newspapers. Then, after several inquiries and explorations, he finally confirmed that this world, which seemed to be no different, was actually not the world he was originally in.

Where is this? A parallel space like Earth? Am I here by a thunderbolt? Or am I living here? Everything before me was a dream?

In a corner, Sandao kept guessing and thinking. Eventually, it got dark.

……

Sandao obtained the immortal cultivation inheritance in a deep and dim cave, and that was the first time he saw the legendary ghost. Later, he learned that it was a wisp of soul thought left by the so-called master. Because Shouyuan was approaching, and cultivation could not break through, his master made such an arrangement. Because I don't want my practice to be lost forever.

However, Sandao always felt that his master was very stingy, because his master only left a story and two secret books of exercises in his mind that sounded a little ethereal at the time. Other than that, his master left nothing.

Yes. Even if it's a few pills, a few divine weapons. Not even a few taels of gold, a few copper plates, nothing. To put it simply, in fact, his master didn't even leave a fart.

As for the two secret books of exercises that are directly imprinted in the minds of the three swords, one is called Mixed Yuan Wuji, which is the most rigid and fierce immortal cultivation method. The other is called the Taiqing Danjing, which is actually a mysterious book for teaching people to practice medicine and refine medicine.

And the story told by his master tells that his master was not originally from the same world as him. His master came from what he called the Immortal Cultivation Realm, also known as the Spirit Realm.

It was a parallel plane like Earth. But the people there all advocate cultivation and seek the so-called Heavenly Dao Immortality. The two worlds did not have any intertwining points, and they could be described as incompatible. But once, the spiritual realm was in turmoil. Two parallel planes actually had a junction, or a spatial rift, in that turmoil.

Through that crack, the master of the Three Swords and some other immortal cultivators came to the earth. But they soon discovered that there was not enough aura in this world for them to cultivate. Moreover, the materials of this world are far less abundant than those of the spiritual realm. As a result, many immortal cultivators eventually chose to return to the spirit realm. However, there were also a few immortal cultivators among them who secretly stayed.

For example, the Three Swords Master does not like to compete for fame and fortune, and he also hates the strong and the weak in the spiritual realm. For them, although there is no abundant aura, it will not be disturbed in any way. It's just that the result is not unexpected, because of the lack of aura and materials, the master of the three swords finally broke through and failed, and came to the end of Shouyuan.

After the three swords were inherited, they didn't take it too seriously, but who would have thought that the earth had begun to change dramatically under the baptism of the years. The aura becomes abundant and the products become abundant. What's more, the earth's immortal cultivators are extremely rare.

In an environment where there was no fighting, no killing, no deceit, and no life-and-death struggle, Sandao finally decided to embark on a long road of cultivating immortals.

Thinking back on the past, Sandao suddenly felt that this place would be a relatively parallel space like the spirit world and the earth. Because the power of the Heavenly Dao Nine Tribulation Thunder was so great that it finally split out the spatial crack and split itself here?

He analyzed it this way, and felt that the head of his analysis was the Tao, and every sentence was reasonable. But what made him extremely angry and depressed was that his devastating supernatural powers had disappeared without a trace.

This is simply a big blow and a joke for Sandao. It's like you've worked hard to run an account, and finally the heroes are full, the skin is all together, and suddenly the fuck is stolen.

……

I was in a daze for about half an hour when I returned to the street corner, and then Sandao began to make plans weakly. For now, resuming cultivation is undoubtedly a top priority. Because only when he recovers his cultivation, Sandao feels that he has a sense of security. Thankfully, Sandao found that although the aura here was thin, it was not without it. And as long as there is aura, then the restoration of cultivation is naturally just around the corner.

At least, that's what Sandao thinks.

So he immediately chose to sit on the spot, and began to try to cultivate according to the mantra of the exercises that had long been ingrained in his mind.

The night had fallen unconsciously, and on the side of the street corner, a rolling iron door was slowly pulled up by a middle-aged man. The sound of 'stinging, stinging, stinging' was harsh in the night. Well, it should be a barbecue stand.

The streets here aren't bustling, and the neon here isn't bright. According to the previous understanding, Sandao has reason to believe that the world is still in a backward stage. At least, far from reaching Earth's technological age. This is not difficult to see from the mobile phones that most pedestrians hold to their ears to talk, which are undoubtedly old-fashioned dial-up mobile phones one after another.

Although Sandao chose to concentrate on cultivation on a desert island, he would occasionally feel the prosperity of the world. He felt that this place was at least ten years behind his original world - at the end of 2018, the three knives experienced a flying thunderstorm.

And coincidentally, the time registered in the newspaper here shows that it is now 2008. Sandao even felt that he hadn't come to another space, but had been hacked back ten years ago by the thunderbolt. However, this idea was quickly confirmed and was wrong.

An hour later, the cultivation of the Three Swords was declared a failure. It wasn't because the aura was too thin here, but because he was hungry again—five meat buns clearly didn't fill him completely.

At this time, Sandao noticed a barbecue stand not far from him, and the smell was simply tempting. He saw that the barbecue stall was run by a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman, who were supposed to be husband and wife.

Sandao meditated for a while with his saliva, and then a thought came to his mind.

'Hello, you may not believe it, I am a god. So, can you please me eat two strings of kidneys?'

"Phew!" he thought the idea was a little disgusting, and another thought came to him as he rejected it.

'Hello, I can see that I am a beggar, so can you please give me two strings of kidneys?'

"Phew!" he thought the idea was a bit of a whim, and when he rejected it, another thought arose.

"Hello, can you eat something on credit, I'm from Earth!"

"Phew!" he thought the idea was a bit vulgar, and began to scratch his scalp as he rejected it.

"I'm a god, God! I've been reduced to the point that eating has become a problem!" It didn't take long for him to start talking to himself as if he was giving up on himself, "Oh my God~ What a jealous talent." I think that back then, Lao Tzu also helped fight against the sun, resisted floods, cured diseases, and saved people, so why did he not fall into a good retribution!"

He now looked like a resentful woman living on the streets, babbling and complaining. This is him, his name is Hua Sandao. A hundred years of painstaking cultivation has not erased his innate grotesqueness and frankness.

A middle-aged woman who looked a little thin walked over slowly, still holding a bowl of noodles in her hand. She was the wife of the owner of the barbecue stall not far away, and she apparently noticed the three knives. Kindness drives her to want to do something for Sandao.

"Let's eat!" she handed the noodles to Sandao, her expression a little sad. Perhaps, it was just a form of sympathy.

Sandao was stunned for a moment, then took the noodles and said, "First of all, let me declare, I'm really not a beggar!" As soon as he finished speaking, he took the noodles and stuffed them.

The proprietress smiled, and when she turned around, she said, "If it's not enough, I still have it!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" Sandao glanced up at the strange back, and his heart was mixed for a while.

"I will repay you!" he said solemnly, and seeing that the proprietress did not turn to reply, he blurted out again, "I must repay you!"