The world's spiritual energy dried up overnight, Taoism collapsed, and thousands of sects fell. As the last monk, I originally wanted to live a low-key life, but I was forced to be involved in the turbulent whirlpool of fighting for the "source of spiritual roots". The Immortal Alliance said that I stole the treasure, the Demon Lord said that I kidnapped his daughter, and the demon clan accused me of defrauding them of their sacred objects. Until that day when the sky burst and the gods of the past knelt on my doorstep, begging me tremblingly: "Taoist Master, it's time to take back the billions of spiritual seeds you scattered into the mortal world..."
