After My Ascension Failed, I Relied on My Liver Proficiency to Get Back to the Top.

I died in the catastrophe of ascending to heaven, and it was thousands of years before I opened my eyes again. The world of immortality cultivation in this era is like a grassroots team: quick success methods that destroy the foundation are praised as "supreme secrets", fancy sword moves are called "peerless swordsmanship", and those who can't even condense the elixir fire are called "alchemy masters". And I, a sweeper in the Sutra Pavilion, became an alien in their eyes - I only practiced the basic exercises that were thrown into the trash every day. Until the demons invaded, the sect's formation collapsed, the sect leader was seriously injured, and the so-called "geniuses" were in ruins. In despair, I walked out of the Sutra Pavilion. With a wave of his hand, it was a cleansing spell that had been practiced a million times, and all the evil energy in the sky was gone; With a casual sword strike, it was a basic sword technique that had been practiced thousands of times. The void cracked open and the Demon Lord was wiped out. I looked at the stunned people and said calmly: "Ten thousand years ago, we won the war between immortals and demons like this. Now, I will teach you what it means to truly cultivate immortals." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.