This was a nightmare.
For A Xia who had been cultivating for two hundred and thirteen years, it has been a long time for him since his last nightmare.
When he first embarked on the path of Immortal Cultivation, misery would often accompany him. He wasn’t blessed with first class talent, so it was impossible for him to be picked by those top rate sects or even those Five Unique of the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals. Merely by an accidental chance, he was able to enter a low-rank sect. Within the sect, because he was born with brown skin as well as relatively average appearance and particular facial features, many of his fellow disciples ridiculed him as having a lineage from those Kunlun slave people; for a time, he was subjected to a great deal of rejection. Moreover, his Master was not in the least bit being responsible for him. Not only his Master ignored the plight that he suffered, even the regular immortal path was only passed on to him half-heartedly.
