Eternal Dao Ancestor: I Pretend to Be a Nascent Soul Cultivator in the Dharma-Ending Age

【Everyone Overinterprets Everything】【Two Identities】【Fighting Imaginary Enemies】【Power Fantasy】【Face-Slapping】 After a hundred thousand years of the Dharma’s decline, spiritual energy had dried up. Golden Core cultivators were everywhere, while Nascent Soul cultivators were the world’s top experts. The ancient Dao Ancestor Shen Yan awoke from a hundred thousand years of slumber. When he checked his cultivation, he found it had fallen from Primordial Golden Immortal to early Nascent Soul, and his heart sank on the spot. What he didn’t know was that this was merely an appearance: his own vast cultivation had been concealed to adapt to the depleted spiritual energy and the subdued Dao resonance. Then he looked around. The old tortoise he had casually enlightened back in the day was now at the peak of the Body Integration stage. His sword-turned-maid could cleave mountains and rivers with a single gesture. Even the pill dregs that had taken human form could casually refine ninth-grade immortal pills. Shen Yan panicked even more. If his subordinates were this powerful, how terrifying must the ancient cultivators of his era have been? Keep a low profile! He had to keep a low profile at all costs! From then on, Qingniu Town gained an easygoing cultivator who spent his days growing vegetables, drinking tea, and chatting with the neighbors, harmless as could be. No one knew that the mild-mannered Mr. Shen had another identity: Mo Chen, a black-clad figure in a silver mask, ruthless and decisive, who wiped out entire clans whenever he struck. The Righteous Alliance hailed Shen Yan as a reclusive master and brought lavish gifts to ask him to come out of seclusion and suppress the demonic villain Mo Chen. The demonic sects revered Mo Chen as the greatest killer of the age and offered a sky-high bounty for him to assassinate Mr. Shen of Qingming Mountain. Looking at the lavish gifts sent by both sides, Shen Yan fell into deep thought. “Me fighting myself? What kind of nonsense is this?” On the day of the battle between good and evil, the two peak experts fought so fiercely that heaven and earth split apart, then both “suffered serious injuries” and withdrew. The cultivators present were stunned and bowed in awe. No one knew that Shen Yan was rubbing his chest in the back hills, cursing himself for hitting too hard. The entire world was trying to unravel the two great experts’ astonishing plans. Meanwhile, Shen Yan spent every day in his courtyard growing cabbages and figuring out how to avoid the “ancient monsters” lurking in the shadows.