A Hundred Years of Sign-In: I Became the Sect's Founding Ancestor

A menial worker, a barren mountain, and a century of solitude.

Every day, he swept the floors and completed his sign-in. No one knew of the pills and sword intent piled up inside that dilapidated cave dwelling.

Until a world-shaking phenomenon startled the heavens

“Ancestor?” He looked at the cultivators kneeling all over the mountain gate and sighed helplessly. “I'm just a janitor.”