My name is Shen Changyuan, and I have a secret.
I will neither grow old nor die.
This is not a talent, but more like a curse, because my cultivation speed is as slow as a turtle crawling.
I have seen the majestic Immortal Sect rising from the ground and hosting banquets from all directions, and I have also seen it decay over time and turn into dust.
I have seen the geniuses streaking across the sky like comets, dazzling, and I have also seen them sit in a tomb when their lifespan is exhausted.
The founder of the Sword Sect once discussed swordsmanship with me, and the master of alchemy once asked me for advice on ancient pharmacology that had been lost for a long time.
The "ancient times" that the world praises are just my ordinary past; the "secret realm" that the monks fight for may just be my former backyard.
Time is the dullest knife and the strongest shield in my hand.
This time when I woke up from my deep sleep, the sect I was in was about to be destroyed.
They all say that I am the most useless disciple in the sect.
They don't know that I am older than this sect.
This is the story of an old monster who has lived for too long and accidentally shocked the world while basking in the sun in a new era.
