Li Ping ’an had transmigrated to the West and activated the Great Dao system. He was already at the Great Dao Realm, but he did not know it.
The dog he had adopted had become a saint because it ate his leftovers every day.
The fruit trees planted in his backyard were even better than the ten great innate spiritual roots because of his zither and music.
The Great Dao System View, Li Ping ’an, no longer needed his help and automatically dissipated.
In the wilderness, Li Ping ’an could only depend on his adopted Big Yellow, farming and hunting for a living.
He never expected that the Golden-Winged Roc that was shot down by the arrow was actually the maternal uncle of Gautama Buddha!
What a joke!
This book is also known as Journey to the West: I’m actually the son-in-law of the Great Peacock King.