The Ancestral Gears, I Cultivated the Immortal King

A disciple of the Qingyun Sect named Ziye was born with useless veins. He made no progress in three years of cultivation and became the laughing stock of the entire sect. His fiancée was sarcastic and sarcastic, his genius senior brother made things difficult for him in every possible way, and even his handyman disciples dared to yell at him. Everyone thought that he was destined to be a low-level ant in this life, until the day of the sect competition, he was knocked off the cliff, and the ancestral gear on his chest merged into the center of his eyebrows. Since then, spring has come to the dead tree! A broken iron sword, repaired by his hand, killed the Golden Core cultivator; An abandoned mountain-protecting formation was revitalized by him to prevent the sect from being destroyed; An inconspicuous bronze tripod was repaired by him, and he actually brewed an immortal brew that even the immortal emperors were jealous of! He still pretended to be a loser and kept a low profile, but when the demons from outside the territory invaded and all the creatures in the world were destroyed, Lin Chen raised his hand and sacrificed countless repaired ancient artifacts, overwhelming the heavens! "I'm sorry, I just tinkered with the crafts passed down from my ancestors and became the Immortal King by the way."