After Failing to Ascend, I Grinded Proficiency and Returned to the Top

I died beneath the tribulation of ascension. When I opened my eyes again, ten thousand years had passed.

The cultivation world of this era was like a shoddily assembled troupe: quick-fix techniques that destroyed one's foundations were hailed as "unparalleled secret arts," flashy sword moves were called "peerless swordsmanship," and even people who couldn't condense pill fire were hailed as "masters of the pill dao."

And I, a menial sweeper in the Scripture Pavilion, became an oddity in their eyes. Every day, I practiced only basic techniques that had been tossed onto the rubbish heap.

Then the demon race invaded, the sect's grand formation shattered, the sect leader was gravely wounded, and the so-called "geniuses" fled in disarray.

At the brink of despair, I walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.

With a casual wave, I cast the Cleansing Spell I'd practiced a million times, and the demonic energy filling the sky dispersed.

With a casual sword strike, I used the basic sword technique I'd practiced ten million times. The void split open, and the Demon Lord was reduced to dust.

Looking at the dumbfounded crowd, I said calmly, "Ten thousand years ago, this was how we won the war between immortals and demons. Now, I'll teach you what true cultivation is."

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