Pilgrimage to Ten Thousand Immortals

[Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor + Bottom-level handyman's counterattack + Two-way bond + Nine-Heaven Immortal Court's tactics + Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger + Shuangwen's slap in the face] The Immortal Emperor Yun Cangchen fell from the Immortal Execution Platform and was reborn three hundred years later as the lowest servant of the Qingyun Sect. His spiritual roots were destroyed, his cultivation was completely lost, he lived in a dilapidated house with drafts from all sides, and ate only leftovers and rotten porridge. Anyone in the sect can kick him. Only Su Laochen, an old handyman with a stooped back, took off his cotton-padded jacket and wrapped it around him on a snowy day. He brought a bowl of hot ginger porridge from a wooden bowl with a chipped mouth: "When you are alive, you have energy, and when you have energy, you have a way." Later, Chu Mang crushed the bowl with his foot in front of him. What was broken was not the bowl, but the little warmth he had left in this cold world. That night, the emperor's power, which had been dormant for three hundred years, broke out. He defeated Chu Mang with one punch and set three rules in the courtyard: no bullying of the weak, young people should help the old and the weak, and everyone should bear the trouble together if the outsiders come to trouble. From the Miscellaneous Service Courtyard to the Outer Sect Competition, from the Qingyun Sect to the Nine Heavens Immortal Courtyard, he rebuilt the Chenji Heavenly Palace step by step. Xiao Xuanyan drew his sword for him, Fengxuanxu set up a formation for him, and for the first time the servants who had been oppressed for half their lives dared to look up at someone. But what stood in front of him was the Heavenly Emperor of the Nine Heavens Immortal Courtyard - the man who knocked him down from the Immortal Execution Platform with his own hands three hundred years ago. The deeper truth is: The Emperor of Heaven has set up this life-and-death situation that spans millions of years, and is waiting for him to come back to break it. On the day when the old order collapsed, the sound of worship from all souls penetrated the nine heavens. In the main hall of the Heavenly Palace, the wooden bowl, which had been mended and broken, broken and repaired, was quietly placed at the highest place. The cracks are still there. Light filtered through the cracks.