I Am an Eternal Immortal

Immortals, gods, demons, and monsters; kings, marquises, and generals. Dragon maidens light lamps, and oceans are held within a cup.

Wild foxes meditate, fierce tigers attain enlightenment. Roaming the North Sea in the morning, traversing Cangwu by dusk.

Immortals and gods exist, demons establish nations.

None of this had anything to do with Qi Wuhuo.

Qi Wuhuo, who always saw block characters in his dreams, at that time only wished to participate in next year's spring examination.

Until, while preparing a huangliang meal, an old man gave him a jade pillow, leading him into a long, long dream.

A dream of huangliang.

Awakening from the huangliang dream shattered his mortal heart, and from then on, the gate of cultivation opened wide.

The golden crow flies, the jade rabbit runs.

The Three Realms are but a grain of millet, mountains and rivers but a few years' dust.

With sword in hand, he idly strolls through the bustling city.

No one knows that I am a true immortal.