The Clock Is Ticking at the Beginning, I Am in Charge of Ten Thousand Heavenly Marks

The handyman Jiang Li has lost his memory for three years and just wants to make a living. Until that day, he casually wiped the dusty ancient clock—— Boom. The sound of the bell shook the sky and resonated with thousands of people. The entire sect knelt on the ground. Senior Brother Zhou Changfeng's pupils shrank suddenly: "This mark on the palm... Is the tribulation mark of the ancient Taoist Master!" Jiang Li lowered his head and looked at his hands: "Huh? I'm just cleaning the clock." Zhou Changfeng gasped: "The master really hides everything!" Jiang Li: "..." He is really not an expert. But no one believed it. His casual words were regarded as the motto of the Tao; the weeds he placed carelessly were understood to be the innate Tao formation; and when he secretly wanted to run away, the whole sect thought he was planning to catch a big fish. What's even more troublesome is—— The junior sister in green with the mole behind her ear in the medicine garden always delivers medicine to him late at night; the saint in white who holds the sword looks at him with murderous intent and changes to something else; the demon in red insists on helping him regain his memory, but always blows in his ear; the white-haired war goddess who has been frozen for 30,000 years kneels down on one knee when she sees him for the first time: "I'm late." Jiang Li covered his head, and the sharp pain from the Dao Mark made his eyes darken. In the fragmented memory, a woman with a crescent birthmark on her neck reached out to him in the sea of ​​fire. He seemed... To have forgotten something very important. The nine heavenly monuments have not returned, the undercurrent of the Tianxu Alliance is surging, and the reapers from outside the world are watching eagerly. And the whole sect is waiting for him—— Proclaimed emperor. "I'm really just a handyman!" No one listened.