[Not a wish-fulfillment story + slow-paced + no System] (The story focuses on an ordinary young Daoist who gradually takes up the banner of humanity amid a world in chaos.)
This is a world where demonic winds blow south and the demon race rises again.
Demons and monsters run rampant, leaving devastation wherever they go.
In the face of this unprecedented calamity, everyone under Heaven lives in fear.
Yet in a small Daoist temple in a remote mountain region, Sui Yi quickly establishes himself in this harsh world with nothing but a health-cultivation technique.
With an almost endless lifespan, he can use all kinds of life-burning forbidden arts at will, throwing out his ultimate moves as casually as ordinary attacks.
“Impudent fiend! How dare you desecrate the sacred ground of my Daoist sect! Taste my thunder arts!”
“This bolt costs five hundred years of my lifespan. Let's see how you handle it!”
“Strange indeed. I only wanted to protect my home. How did I accidentally turn this little ramshackle temple into a blessed grotto-heaven?”
Poison. . . . . Decrease wisdom. . . .
Why do you think he is called a direct disciple? Even if you don't teach anything, do you still deserve to be called a personal teacher?
It's also hard for me to write so much. Some of my opinions are different and I can't stand it anymore.