One hundred thousand years ago, he was the founder of the Taoist Sect of Taichu. He single-handedly suppressed all the races in the world and retreated into seclusion in order to seek the supreme immortal way.
After waking up after a hundred thousand years, the sect has declined to the ninth level. How dare any disciple come to bully him?
The Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land arrogantly stepped on the mountain gate and clamored for the inclusion of the Taoist Sect. The ancestor raised his eyelids lightly and said: "Junior, your ancestor was not worthy of even bringing me water to wash my feet!"
In the blink of an eye, the holy son of the holy land was wiped out, the mountains and seas and the divine beasts prostrated themselves, and the geniuses of all worlds were frightened by the news.
Just as he was reviving the Dao Sect and sweeping across the wilderness, he suddenly discovered that behind all these declines, there was an amazing chess game that ran through the heavens...
Reader comments
It's so hard to find a book that is decisive and thoughtful.
He is not invincible. He calls himself a junior at one moment, grunts at another, and has not recovered yet at another.
It's so hard to find a book that is decisive and thoughtful.
He is not invincible. He calls himself a junior at one moment, grunts at another, and has not recovered yet at another.