The Road to Immortality Is Slow

In the main hall of the Tianxing Sect, the largest sect in the world of cultivation, the leader was scolding his mother: "Damn, the Tianling Roots will ascend to the Immortal Realm in five hundred years, which is of no use to the sect! What I want is like that bastard Liang Yuan, who has to cultivate the worst spiritual roots for tens of thousands of years in the Nascent Soul Stage!" One hundred thousand years later. In the main hall of Tianxing Sect, the current leader burst into tears: "All the ancestors of the immortal world, please show your spirit and let that bastard Liang Yuan ascend to the immortal world as soon as possible. He has been bullying us for hundreds of thousands of years..." Millions of years later. A small dirt bag, with seven Taoists kneeling underneath it. "You can take whatever you like from our seven major sects. Just beg on your knees and you will ascend!" On the dirt bag, Liang Yuan said: "No, I haven't spent enough time in the world of cultivation! Besides, your seven major sects' pockets are cleaner than their faces, what good things can you get!" The seven veteran Taoists had runny noses and burst into tears: "What good thing can I still hold against you, Old Wang... I'm worried about you!" "Oh, you have also seen that I pretend to be cool every day, just hoping to be struck by lightning, but this disaster never comes. What you don't understand is that I am suffering more than you!" Liang Yuan had a look of bitterness and hatred on his face. There was a sudden cry under the soil bag.