Cultivate Taoism, Not for Immortality

Life is like a mote of dust, vulnerable to a single blow. He was just a baby when he traveled through time, and was picked up and raised in a ruined temple by an old Taoist priest who always talked about cheating. The old man loved drinking, gambling and bragging, but he never treated him badly. When he was ten years old, the old Taoist died and the Taoist temple collapsed. He watched alone for seven days, and his blood became cold. At that time, he awakened a strange talent - conscious feedback like the system in his previous life, silently recording his body and soul. Before he could understand the origin of this talent, he was taken away by a man in Xuanyi and entered the Taiwei Sect, becoming the only descendant of the "Tai Shang Wang Qing" lineage for thousands of years. Someone asked him: "Why do you practice?" He replied: "I practice, not for transcendence or to become powerful. I just want to witness more wonderful things." The ninth level is the boundary. Who can say that it cannot be broken? Destined people often arise from the dust.