When Lin Yuan opened his eyes, he found that he had traveled to the prehistoric world and became the chief disciple of the Tongtian Sect of the Jie Sect.
Good news: I started out as a disciple of a saint, and my seniority is frighteningly high.
Bad news: The Conferred God Tribulation is coming soon. Tens of thousands of immortals from Jiejiao will come to the court, and those on the list will also come to the court.
As a senior brother, he should have led his junior brothers and sisters to charge into battle and prove the truth with his own body. But Lin Yuan felt that——
What does it prove? Isn't it good to just keep quiet?
With the system in hand and the breathing technique close to him, no one under the saint can see through his cultivation.
When his juniors asked him why he was in seclusion all day long, he said: "I am enlightening."
When the junior sisters asked him why he never fought with others, he said: "What I cultivate for my brother is... The way of peace."
As a result, Senior Brother Jie Jiao became a good man with mediocre qualifications but diligence and honesty in everyone's eyes.
Until the Great Catastrophe of Conferring Gods came and Zhao Gongming was assassinated by the Seven Arrows Book, a layer of golden light burst out from his body.
When Sanxiao set up the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, there were inexplicably a few more ways to survive in the formation.
In front of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the Jie Jiao disciples who were supposed to be completely wiped out were "resurrected from the dead" one after another...
Yuanshi Tianzun frowned: "What is the origin of Tongtian, the great disciple?"
Taishang Laojun counted with his fingers and his face changed slightly: "I can't see through it."
Leader Tongtian laughed loudly: "As expected of me, you taught me!"
At this moment, Lin Yuan was hiding in the cave of Jin'ao Island, looking at the skyrocketing Gou Dao value on the system panel, showing a happy smile.
"Staying alive is everything."
