I Founded a Myth in a Low-Martial World, and I Am the Greatest Immortal Alive

At the foot of Mount Kunlun stood an inn.

Several renowned leaders of the Seven Great Sects were on the verge of fighting over the title of “Greatest Under Heaven.” Invisible sword energy made the roof tiles rattle.

In the middle of the inn, Lin Xuan paid no heed to the murderous tension filling the room. He closed his eyes slightly and murmured to himself.

“The spiritual energy here surges like mist, with immortal clouds coiling like dragons and serpents. Primordial Dao energy gives rise to all things. This is the perfect place for this Daoist to preach the Dao in this world!”

In the next instant, the wind stopped across all of Mount Kunlun, the clouds froze, and all fell silent. Every bird and beast bowed toward the same direction.

In a flash, the cosmos trembled and the winds and clouds above the heavens reversed. A purple-gold rift suddenly split the ink-dark sky. Countless strands of immortal energy poured down like the Milky Way, auspicious seven-colored lights appeared from nowhere, and countless immortal lotuses bloomed in the air. Starlight and immortal energy intertwined, giving rise to a misty realm of immortals.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes. The Daoist aura swirling around him flowed like a tangible force, each strand seemingly containing ancient mysteries from the dawn of creation.

Looking at the sect leaders frozen in place and the several treasured swords fallen to the ground, Lin Xuan lifted his coarse porcelain teacup, took a sip, and shook his head gently.

“Leader of the martial world? You're thinking too small.”

“What I intend to become is the Dao Ancestor of this world.”