Three Thousand Years of Tribulation, Until I Invented the Super Lightning Rod

Master: "The day of my tribulation has come. All disciples, heed my command. From now on, our Longevity Sect will be under the charge of your senior brother, Lan Yu! After I'm gone, take care of your junior brother, Shen Mo..."

Senior Brother: "Five hundred years have passed. I know my tribulation is near. From now on, our Longevity Sect will be under the charge of your senior brother, Qingfeng! After I'm gone, take care of your grand-uncle..."

Grand-Disciple: "Eight hundred years have passed. I'm about to enter seclusion and cultivate in preparation for my tribulation. From now on, our Longevity Sect will be under the charge of your senior brother, Ziyang! After I'm gone, take care of your grandmaster..."

Shen Mo: "Go on, grand-disciple!"

Great-Great-Grand-Disciple: "Two thousand years have passed, Grandmaster. When I leave, you'll be the only one left in the Longevity Sect. Take care of Wangcai..."

Shen Mo: "Don't worry. I'll take care of Wangcai..."

"Two thousand years, Shen Mo. I'm afraid it's about time I faced my tribulation too..."

A big yellow dog in front of the mountain gate was talking to Shen Mo, now the only living member of the Longevity Sect!

You've all ascended to immortality, while I'm still stuck struggling through my tribulation!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.