Thieving Taoist

Black vortices appeared in the sky from time to time, like black holes. At other times, fragments of rules shattered and burst apart, tearing open rifts tens of thousands of miles long across the heavens, swallowing everything nearby within them.

The earth was cracked and pockmarked with a thousand holes. No one knew how many ages had passed. Some places had undergone slight changes, yet that air of ruin and destruction remained.

All kinds of chaotic auras filled the land, space shook unstably, and stars occasionally fell from the sky after losing control.

Some places burned with flames, some were blanketed in ice and snow, while black qi coiled around others. There were also no shortage of places where sinister baleful killing intent shifted and changed.

This was a strange land. Roars sounded from time to time, frightening newly born creatures until they trembled uncontrollably. Any creature that could still survive in such an environment was absolutely extraordinary.

"Boom..." Suddenly, thunderous vibrations rang out as a spatial gate opened. A figure stumbled out from within, clad in a greasy, tattered Daoist robe riddled with holes. With a mustache shaped like the number eight and tiny eyes, he immediately surveyed his surroundings. Then, a huge gourd appeared. It shone brilliantly and transformed into a streak of light, carrying him toward the distance.

"Whoosh... whoosh..." Another spatial gate opened behind him, and dozens of powerful beings charged out.

"Thieving Taoist, you actually dared to steal a treasure belonging to our Black Dragon King! You truly don't know when to stop living! Halt at once and accept your death, or there will be no place for you in the Burial Immortal Great World. You Thieving Taoist, you even dared lay hands on the Black Dragon King's treasure—you've truly reached the end of your