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

He pulled out a handkerchief that at a glance was clearly not his own. Zhou Li looked at the people around him and somewhat helplessly asked, "Have you all forgotten that I have backing?"


"Corpse Qi is nothing. How could Yun'er not give me something to detoxify with?"


Zhou Li pulled Tang Wan aside and then walked over to the stunned Zhao Yun. He reached out his hand and expressionlessly slapped the white cat-embroidered handkerchief on her face.


Instantly, Zhao Yun's pale cheeks became covered with repulsive dark purple lines that seemed to ooze malice, as if they were incessantly eroding every inch of her nerves. However, just when Zhao Yun's heart was about to stop, the handkerchief suddenly burst into a golden glow, and numerous fine, holy filaments wound around Zhao Yun's face.


Chapter 69: So It Really Is You...