Zhenzong for One Hundred Thousand Years

One hundred thousand years ago, Daluo Jinxian Xuanxiao used his body to mend the sky, and his remaining soul fell into the mortal world, turning into a gray stone on the back mountain of Tianxuan Sect. Bound to the sign-in system for 100,000 years, he clocked in every day, and his cultivation was as high as the sky, but he could only be trapped in a three-foot radius. He watched the sect reduce from nine peaks to a ruined wall, watched himself being peed on and carved, and became a laughing stock. Three thousand years later, the 46th generation head of Tianxuan Sect succeeded to the throne - a seven-year-old girl with inferior spiritual roots. She even had to go down the mountain to beg. Her name was Su Xiaoman, and she was guarding the Patriarch's Hall, waiting for a miracle. A miracle has come. When Su Xiaoman offered half of the cold steamed bun in front of the stone, Xuan Xiao's 100,000-year seal was loosened for the first time. "Master, do you want to eat steamed buns?" "... Don't eat." "You are lying! The system shows that you have hidden nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine offerings!" From this day on, the sleeping Daluo Jinxian and the seven-year-old ruined sect master launched the most outrageous counterattack in the history of cultivating immortals—— He entered the dream with his spiritual consciousness and taught her the "Tianxuan Sword"; she steamed steamed buns for him, gained faith, and unlocked the seal. When the nine pieces of Heavenly Dao were gathered together, and when one hundred thousand believers gathered together with their devout faith, Xuan Xiao finally discovered—— He had laid out a plan for a hundred thousand years, and he had calculated all the secrets, but he could not predict that a girl would pry open his dusty heart with half a piece of steamed bun. "Master, Tianxuan Sect is home, and Xiaoman is your family." From the ruined sect to the best in the world, from the Stone Patriarch to the Sky Slayer, from using faith to protecting others with their lives. This is not a story about the rebirth of a strong man. This is a story about a "trash" and another group of "trash", picking each other up and taking them home, becoming each other's light.