I have a clan in the ancient times, the Xishan Snake Clan, and I have led them through eternity.

I planted a tree in the ancient times. It grew three feet and three inches a day until the end of time.

I planted red flowers in the wilderness, which bloomed like blood and marked the other side.

Ten thousand snakes call me "the ancestor" and the world respects me as "the Taoist Master Qingxuan".

In the prehistoric world, there are trees and flowers, sunrises and sunsets, wind and rain. Although it's difficult, survival is possible. This is the story of a snake cultivating immortality in the prehistoric world, planting trees, flowers, and farming.

When I woke up, I actually traveled through time and became one of the ten innate spiritual roots in the prehistoric world.

The explosion of the Western Spiritual Vein is imminent. After this catastrophe, one will be led to practice the Six Pure Bamboos...

There was no time left, and it was impossible to transform. Kuzhu had no choice but to embark on a path of stealing the origin of the ancient world and creating his own path.

In this ancient world, the devil is stealing, the way of heaven is stealing, and Hongjun is also stealing. What’s the harm if I add one more?

Bai Chuan traveled to the ancient times and became Bai Ze's biological brother. This was at the end of the war between the three clans, and there were opportunities everywhere. However, the two of them had no luck (fake), and they were not the protagonists of any catastrophe ( real).

Originally, I just wanted to live in seclusion and practice in the deep mountains and old forests, and pick up opportunities whenever I could, looking for opportunities to enlighten myself in the future.

Until one day, a red rhyme was entrusted to the two of them...

[Slow-burning type, light novel, more relaxed type, self-designed, non-toxic and non-system]