In the Xuantian Realm, the Changsheng Temple has long since lost its incense offerings. The Taoist temple is dilapidated, with weeds growing through the cracks in the green bricks covering the ground. Rather than a Taoist temple, this place is more like a slum. In a desolate little courtyard within the temple, Li Hanzhou sits distracted inside his room. He never imagined things would turn out this way. He is not from the Xuantian Realm, but from a place called Earth.