I Promote Taoism in the World of Immortality

The year Chen Yuan was struck by lightning into the ring, his master had just died. When he opened his eyes again, he became the "ancestor" of the young Xiao Yi, relying on 70% of his daily spiritual energy to survive. ——But what kind of ancestor is he? He can only teach superficial Taoism, but he can't even condense it into reality. Until, [Preaching progress +0.05%] He looked at the ashes all over the ground and suddenly smiled: "Fur? Fur is also fur." Later, the evil cultivator from the Blood Evil Sect descended on the Yin Qi, stared at the talisman in his hand and sneered: "Who can be killed by a broken talisman?" Chen Yuan said nothing and silently took out a stack from his arms. "Can't kill one? What about ten? What about a hundred?" Later, a certain young master of the sect was pinned to the ground by him and laughed: "I have a background, do you?" Chen Yuan just made a secret gesture silently. "Please God—upper body." The phantom of Emperor Guan Sheng opened his eyes, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword stretched across the sky. "Background?" Chen Yuan flexed his wrist, "What I invited here is the background." From a haunted abandoned well to the famous Qingyun Temple in Kyushu. When Chen Yuan finally condensed his eighteen-year-old face, the entire world of immortality realized—— What they lacked was never a stronger sword, but a set of rules to return the dead to their places.