On the official road.
Zhong Shenxiu rode backward on a black donkey, a blade of grass in his mouth, musing to himself, "It seems I'm particularly fated with those indescribable ancient gods..."
From the Door of Ten Thousand Doors to the Niu Shenjun of this world, Da Mo, and even that divine person the Wu Dynasty Grand Ancestor dreamed of at night...
If it were an ordinary person, or to say, an ordinary person from the West with a bit of knowledge about mysticism, they would probably be on the verge of a breakdown by now, wouldn't they?
"Of course, they might not all be that kind of existence, perhaps just different facets of the same being... But in any case, I'd prefer not to get involved with any of them..."
Zhong Shenxiu was a down-to-earth person and immediately decided to forget all of this and think about something more realistic.
For instance... this thing next to him.
"How is that possible?"
