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

Yun Baibai stood quietly in the moonlight, her face veiled in white gauze like water, with only a hint of color on her lightly pursed red lips.


She stepped onto the altar to the fading sound of the roof tiles, her pure white ceremonial robe trailing over the green stone steps, with the silver-embroidered Night Parade of Hundred Demons appearing and disappearing in the moonlight.


Half a bronze mask covered her right cheek, leaving her exposed left face as flawless as a jade plate, with a trace of vermillion around the eyes. Yun Baibai closed her eyes, her slender white fingers gently plucking invisible strings.


Silver butterflies from the moon palace landed on her fingertips, gracefully flying into her cascading black hair.


Like plucking a string, her fingers lightly touched.


The young girl's slender waist bent backward, her black hair falling like a waterfall, the silver butterflies between her hair flapping their wings as if to fly.


Chapter 458 Yun Baibai, Yun Baibai