I, the Little Uncle from Holy Land, Just Want to Lie Down

Five hundred years ago, the Holy Lord's senior brother was struck to death by lightning during the tribulation of immortality, and Jiang Fan, who was watching, also suffered the same disaster. In line with the principle of lying down wherever he fell, Jiang Fan slept for five hundred years. "What? The Holy Land is gone?" "What? Nine swords are missing eight swords?" "What? Are you going to give away the last one?" Jiang Fan thought he hadn't woken up yet. "Uncle Junior, are you not dead yet?" Jiang Fan looked at his portrait hanging on the wall and fell into deep thought. "Little Master Uncle, you have to make the decision for the Sword Sect!" Jiang Fan frowned. "It's up to you to decide. Is it too bullying to let me attend the Genius Conference with the children?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.