Nero 2077

Interviewer: "Immortal Zhou Li, could you tell us why you created the orthodox methods and forged the twelve righteous paths, condensing twelve talismans to resolve ancient and modern disputes?"
"Just to liven things up."
Interviewer: "Well, I mean, did you reorganize the Great Ming Dynasty and plant the Seven Immortal Gourds based on the laws of myriad spirits, brewing the Spring of Spirit Qi for the glory of mankind or...?"
"Just to really liven things up."
Interviewer: "No, Immortal Zhou Li, I feel that you've done so much for humanity, for the Immortal Realm, and for Da Ming. Your purpose and starting point should be a bit more noble, such as...?"
"Enough already, can't you see? I just wanted to bring some entertainment to the spiritually impoverished Great Ming Dynasty and everyone in the Cultivation World. Here, let's liven things up for everyone."
The white-robed immortal pointed a finger, and alongside him, a chaotic and ferocious Ancient God swung indescribable and bizarre tendrils. Then, with a surge forward followed by a backflip, it landed stylishly, all the while muttering the delirious ramblings of an Ancient God.
【Damn, let's go, ignore it!】
"No fun? Who would cultivate without any fun?"

Bringing some shocking pranks to the Cultivation World

Tang Wan's face was even more outrageous than Zhou Li's standard.


"Tang Wan" lifted her head, looking at that face identical to her own but obviously much more serious and solemn, and fell silent.


She didn't even feel the urge to swear.


When one sees a huge confrontational face that belongs to oneself appearing in the sky, the first reaction is definitely physical discomfort. It's like reflexively acting against a mirror, always leaving one with a sense of guilt like "what the hell am I doing."


"Tang Wan" took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. She closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again.


Why is the emerald face starting to warp?


Tang Wan was half-kneeling in front of Zhou Li, her head as still as if it were stuck into Zhou Li's chest. Behind her, Zhuge Qing was silent, not knowing what to say.


Zhuge Qing held her forehead and sighed heavily, her linguistic abilities somewhat impaired.


Chapter 467: Armored and Carrying Tokens, Constructing the Camp as if No One's Land!