The Sect Has Been in Ruins for Thirty Years, and My Ancestor Begged Me to Come Out.

There was an inconspicuous old sweeper named Cen Zhuoweng in the back mountain of Xuantian Sect. For thirty years, he cleaned up fallen leaves on the mountain every day. All the disciples, elders, and ancestors of the sect regarded him as a useless cultivator. They laughed at him and ignored him at will. No one wanted to take another look at him. But no one knows that Cen Biao Weng proved Taoism by sweeping the ground, waving the broom is the law, dust can kill gods and demons, and he has already ascended to the position of Taoist ancestor of all realms. He was willing to hibernate in the back mountain, using his Daoji to suppress the demon seal of Luohunyuan below the mountain, silently guarding the safety of the sect. Until the traitor colluded with the Demon Lord, the seal suddenly broke, the demonic tide swept through the mountain gate, and the sect was about to perish. The normally aloof ancestors were helpless and put down all their dignity. They all knelt down in front of the old man who was sweeping the floor, weeping bitterly, kowtowing and praying for help from the old man. No one asked for thirty years, but once the whole world knelt down. The handyman who was discarded like garbage in the past has become the only life-saving straw for the entire sect. Cen Broom Old Man held an old bamboo broom, raised his eyes and said calmly: "I just wanted to clean up all the fallen leaves on the mountain. Since you are so persistent in begging me, then come with me and eliminate the evil troubles together."