"What is the purpose of cultivation?"
"What is the purpose of living?"
"Is striving even meaningful?"
Life is a vast dream, and human existence sees many autumn chills!
Many years ago, the mortal realm's Zhou Village was a pure land, inhabited by a group of villagers devoid of any cultivation base, bustling about just to make a living.
A young man named A Tian arrived. By his side was only a small purple snake, whom he called Little Wuntun. Passing by Zhou Village this day, A Tian went into a farmer's house to ask for a bowl of water.
Chapter 1848