After Ten Years of Sweeping the Floor, My Disciples Begged Me to Stop Being Stubborn.

One hundred thousand years ago, he was the supreme Taoist who could suppress demons with a snap of his fingers and define boundaries with a wave of his sleeves. One hundred thousand years later, he was a Xuantian servant with a broken Dantian and struggling to survive. Only he himself didn't know - the fallen leaves he swept out were ancient formations, the complaints he muttered unintentionally were the mantras of heaven, and the gestures he made when shooing away mosquitoes could decipher the peerless skills. The entire sect firmly believes that he is "refining his heart in the world of mortals" and is the sect's last trump card. Until the ancient demon broke out of the seal and stained the sky with blood, the entire sect knelt down and begged him to take action. The devil stared at the trembling figure holding the broom and screamed: "It's you! The one who sealed me a hundred thousand years ago... The sweeper!" Chen Changan: "... Who? Me?" --- This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.