After My Destiny Was Messed Up, I Relied on the Taoist Treasures of All the Disciples to Attain Sagehood.

When he was nine years old, when Vaseline was polishing the sundial in the Temple of the Masters, he had a glimpse of the bloody future of the destruction of the Mohist family. He is wearing the body of chaos, holding the golden chain of judgment of the Legalist Xiechi Cauldron in his left hand, but the Heluo Prophecy of the Yin-Yang family flows in his right hand. When the twelve military golden figures were contaminated by Chi You's blood and went berserk, the Spring and Autumn Period pen of the Confucian priest Tantai Mingjing could not rewrite reality, and the organ city of Mo Qingluan, the successor of the Mohist Tiangong, collapsed in the cracks of time and space - only he could sense the tremors of nine timelines at the same time. Traveling between the conspiracy of the various temples and the ruins of the Xinghai civilization, Vaseline fishes for the lost Taoist treasures in the long river of history: Use Mohist institutions to reorganize military battle formations, use Legalist laws to imprison the yin and yang prophecies, and use Confucian holy words to reshape the collapsed cosmic strings. But every time he corrects a timeline, there is another crack in his bloodline - are the beauties he saves destined to be partners, or enemies who are chasing him in other timelines? When a saint in the Nine Heavens realm discovers this "Tao thief", and when the five women who are entangled with him each raise their sacred weapons, he must find the answer before time and space completely collapse: This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.