I was an ordinary sweeper at the Qingyun Sect's Sutra Collection Pavilion. I read a lot of books on weekdays but had no talent for cultivation. The sect was besieged by the demon sect, and when it was in danger, I was pushed to the front of the battle as cannon fodder. At the critical moment of life and death, I awakened the golden finger of "following my words", but only if I said them in the form of "lies". In order to survive, I bit the bullet and boasted to the leader of the Demon Cult that I was a thousand-year-old ancestor who suppressed cultivation.
In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed, and the lies came true. I defeated the powerful enemy with one finger, shocking the whole audience. From then on, in order to maintain this "high cultivation level" and the safety of the sect, I had to start a thrilling "god-making" performance. I taught the sect's saint (the heroine), and the exercises I casually talked about turned into a peerless secret book; I faced the encirclement and suppression of powerful enemies, and the formations I made up trapped and killed thousands of monks. However, there is a huge price and cooldown limit for making a lie come true. I have to deal with the admiration of everyone and the fear that I may be betrayed at any time. Finally, when the real catastrophe of the world comes, I use a big lie to save the common people, completely refine myself from falsehood to truth, and become a generation of myths.
