Su Yan came across a stone wall engraved with runes in Yunmen Mountain. He touched it and the person was gone.
When he opened his eyes again, he arrived in the world of cultivating immortals.
It took him three hundred years to reach the position of the ancestor of the sect, starting from a humble cultivator. He lives in seclusion behind the scenes and does not care about worldly affairs. There are no more than ten people in the entire world of immortality who know about him.
Then he came back.
Go back to Yunmen Mountain and back to the stone wall. The time on his phone told him that he had been gone for less than an hour.
An eighteen-year-old body, a transcript from the college entrance examination, and an admission notice from the history department. Everything is still there.
The only problem is: the spiritual energy in this world is too thin. He only has so much ability, but he can use less than 10% of it.
Su Yan thought for a long time and decided to go home for dinner first.
Three hundred years of practice taught him one thing: there is no need to be anxious.
