While others meditate in seclusion, I sleep. While others fight over treasures, I slack off. While others risk their lives to prove the Dao, I ask to be kicked out.
I was supposed to sweep floors for three years. How did I end up the reincarnation of the Talisman Ancestor?
I was supposed to have a ruined spiritual root. How did I get praised for returning to the origin?
How did the “Notice of Dismissal,” after being tempered by nine heavenly tribulations, turn into a tome of supreme law?
All I want is to be a useless nobody that nobody wants. Why is that so hard?
If this is what cultivating immortality is like, forget it!
(System: Understood!
Chaos Origin +999… Warning!
The sect is making you a solid-gold statue!)
