A Downtrodden Sect? I Built a Holy Place with My Backhand

After transforming into the Holy Land of Heavenly Hidden Holy Land, the most ruined holy land in the world of cultivation, Lin Tian looked at the devastated barren mountains. Gambling was going on at the foot of the mountain, betting that he and his sect would not survive three days. But he smiled. No spiritual stone? He smashed the last low-grade spiritual stone and built the most luxurious toilet in the mountain... The first disciple he recruited was sick and about to die, but he turned out to be the reincarnation of the ancient medicine god. The lame, blind, and dirty little dog I picked up lost all its filth overnight, and unicorn patterns loomed under its dark golden hair. Everyone laughed at him for being crazy and treating trash like treasure. Until the sky thunder and calamity clouds enveloped the mountain gate, the enemy came to the city with thousands of cultivators, waiting to see the dilapidated sect disappear into ashes. But he saw that from the top of the inconspicuous toilet, tens of thousands of thunder formation patterns suddenly rose up, directing all the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder towards the enemy's formation! The sick and weak disciple casually threw out a handful of withered grass, and when it fell to the ground, it became the elixir of immortality. The lame little beast looked up to the sky and howled, the color of the sky changed, and the power of swallowing the sky and the earth shook the world. Lin Tian stepped out of the toilet, dusted his sleeves, faced the stunned Nine Heavens Immortal Lord and his millions of troops, and said calmly: "What this Holy Master is best at is removing the rubbish in your eyes..." "Refined into a divine weapon to kill the Saint and Emperor." "For example, the ground you are stepping on was improved by the soil from the tomb of the previous great emperor." "Are you surprised?"