Everyone in the entire sect laughed at Su Mo, who had been trapped on the third level of Qi Refining for three thousand years. He was recognized by the Xuanyuan Sect as a loser who was waiting to die.
But no one knows that after three thousand years of sitting at his desk day and night and copying thousands of volumes of Taoist scriptures, he has already condensed the great principles of the world into a bamboo and ink brush.
Realm is just a skin, and the laws of heaven and earth can be created by just writing.
The Blood Demon Emperor broke through the Great Autonomous Seal in half a step and was born, intending to slaughter the entire sect. When everyone was waiting to die, Su Mo dropped the word "Suppress" in the air. The word "Suppression" made the evil demon kneel down on his knees, and all his cultivation was nullified.
The headmaster bowed his head to pay homage to the ancestor, the elder regretted his grief, and all the powerful forces of cultivating immortals came to visit one after another, all they wanted was to get a piece of his ink book.
Others are cultivating the golden elixir and Yuan Ying in order to live forever. I am at my desk, copying books, and can control the universe with just a pen.
You have thousands of realms of cultivation, and my writing is the rule of heaven!
Love is always there in thousands of rivers and mountains, can you vote for me?