The End of the Age of Declining Dharma: After Three Years of Cultivation, I Descend the Mountain

Three years before the end of the Age of Dharma Decline, I was reborn in an unassuming temple in Qingxi Village.

No System, no golden finger. Just sitting in meditation, drawing talismans, burning incense, and feeding the ox every day.

I even carried back discarded fragments of steles and statues, one by one, and enshrined them.

Everyone thought I was crazy.

Until the night the Age of Dharma Decline came to an end...