Shen Yuan lived for a long, long time.
It was so long that he forgot his name, his former relatives and friends, and his past glory and downfall. He has witnessed the rise of the dynasty and the collapse of the Immortal Sect. Time is both a gift and the most vicious curse to him.
The "Seal of Immortality" in the sea of consciousness gave him immortal life, but it was also like a greedy shackle, devouring his vitality and aura all the time. Without adequate spiritual nourishment, immortality will turn into slow and painful limbo.
This time, Shen Yuan, who had been sleeping for three hundred years, woke up from the barren mountain. Dao Yin's hunger and thirst were close to the limit. He must find a new "food", a spiritual place where he can "parasitize" safely.
Therefore, he fell in love with a small and dying sect - the Luoyun Sect.
Disciple of the sect: "Our sect is almost unable to issue monthly monthly reports. Where can we find the resources to provide for such a bad old man?"
The elder of the sect said: "This person's origin is unknown, his bones are mediocre, and he is old. What's the use of accepting him?"
However, not long after, they discovered:
He can complete the incomplete ancient elixir recipe at will;
The lost mountain-protecting formation can be repaired by him during a walk;
The spiritual veins that were on the verge of drying up were revived with a few words of advice from him.
When the entire sect regarded this seemingly ordinary old man as a god, only Shen Yuan knew it.
All he did was to keep this "canteen" open longer.
"I have no intention of fighting for hegemony, nor do I want to dominate. I just want to... Live quietly."
——Shen Yuan
