After rebirth, the little master uncle engages in introversion in the world of cultivating immortals

If I don’t enter the pit, whoever enters the pit, the wind in the cultivation world is very strong, um, it’s very strong. The rain in the cultivation world is very urgent, um, very urgent. The road to cultivation is very long, long fart, that’s all. The sky is grayBring a sword, watch me draw it...the flying is too fast, we can't compare