I Am Daoist Shi Jian, the Only Earthly Immortal in the Age of Declining Dharma

Transmigrated to a zombie world with no System. What should I do?

In this age of declining magic, even Sun Wukong couldn't hatch from an egg, and if that bald monk Tathagata showed up, all he could do was chant "Amitabha." What should I do?

No need to panic.

My name is Shi Jian!

I became a disciple of Maoshan, joined Lin Fengjiao, Simu, and the others as a fellow junior brother, and practiced Palm Thunder and the Five Thunders Orthodox Technique.

Draw talismans?

Five Thunders Orthodox Technique!

A wooden stake formation where a few logs just fly around?

Let all the trees burst into life!

Ten years later.

His fellow disciples of the same generation were heading down the mountain to gain experience, and Shi Jian was already itching to get started, lightning crackling in his hands.

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