After Twenty Years of Hard Work, It Turns Out That I Am a Native of the Motherland.

In the inner sect of Yun Sect, there is a disciple named Lin Yuan who has been there for twenty years. He is neither the strongest nor the weakest. He is just the person who always sits under the old locust tree, helps people with directions, and never gets into trouble. In the past twenty years, he has clearly calculated every smile, every favor coming in and out, and every mission choice. Until one day, he found something in the back of his head. It's not called a system, nor is it called a golden finger. It only said: "The Seventh Agreement—Confirmation of Succession." From then on, Lin Yuan began to do things that he had never dared to think about before. He would push a new disciple into a more dangerous situation, just to see if the thin layer of luck membrane on his body would crack; he would fine-tune the spiritual energy to let the people in the enshrinement pavilion discover the abnormality by themselves; he would even practice smiling in front of the bronze mirror until the fine lines in the mirror became deeper and deeper. He finally understood—— He is not cultivating immortality. He is using the world to conduct a long and extremely expensive experiment. At the end of the experiment, he peeled off the word "false saint" from himself with his own hands. When his worship value began to decline, when cracks appeared in his Dao body, and when those "sons of destiny" marked by him looked at him in turn, Lin Yuan finally asked himself a question: If I am really the manifestation of the Great Way, Why have I begun to... Rot?