When Lin Xuan opened his eyes, a brick hit him in the face.
"Crack!"
It was crisp and loud, and my forehead hurt.
Before he could scold his mother, a large amount of memories flooded into his mind - the prehistoric world, the Infinite Heaven Sect, where ancestor Hongjun attained enlightenment and became a saint thousands of years ago, leaving behind a line of Taoism that has been passed down to this day. And he, Lin Xuan, was a loser among the 107th generation disciples of the Infinite Heaven Sect. His cultivation had been stuck in the Qi Refining Stage for thirty years. He was recognized as the weakest person in the sect, and even the outer disciples did not bother to bully him.
But at this moment, all the elders, protectors, and true disciples of the Infinite Heaven Sect were staring at him as if they had seen a ghost.
