Master's Cultivation Is a Hundred Million Points Better Than Your System

When he was five years old, it was snowing heavily, and his master placed him in the most run-down sect in the Eastern Wasteland. He asked Master what kind of cultivation level you have. The middle-aged man in a green shirt stretched out a finger and touched his eyebrows, leaving behind a sentence that took him eleven years to truly understand - "It's just a little better than your system." But the most painful stab came from the person he trusted the most. The second disciple, Danhuang, is the leader of the Zhongzhou Alchemy Conference. He is extremely talented, gentle and humble. Chen Tian prepared to pass on all the secrets of the system's alchemy module to him. Then Danhuang set up a poison formation at the most critical moment of Chentian's tribulation, and joined forces with the creatures from outside the territory to kill the master. He has only one purpose - to seize the Ten Thousand Dao Devouring System. "I almost got it -" Danhuang hissed. A blue beam of light fell from the sky. The avatar of the asked saint came to the world. The master who left Chen Tian in the handyman's courtyard for eleven years and ignored him came to tear through the void at the moment when his apprentice was most in danger. "Touch my apprentice?" Danhuang never figured out one thing until his death: why he still lost despite calculating every step. Because he calculates the system. He didn't expect that behind Chen Tian stood a master whose cultivation was a little better than the system. "A practitioner who has lived for thousands of years may not necessarily understand better than a mortal who has lived for several decades." This is what she taught him throughout her life. That square handkerchief is still placed in the deepest part of the Chaos Pearl - together with the rings of the ancestors of the Chen family and the master's first sword energy. The strong man asked, not about strength. What to live for.