A hundred-ton truck roared past, its glaring high beams slamming fiercely across Chen Lin's face. As the world spun, he heard the crisp crack of his own bones breaking. Opening his eyes again, he was enveloped by ethereal mist and the fragrance of ancient scrolls. As an elder of the Imperial Dynasty's Sutra Repository, of modest talent and low cultivation, he had resigned himself to his fate, intending to scrape by amidst this vast sea of ​​books, living out the rest of his days. Until one night, he stumbled upon a dusty ancient manual. [Detecting the potential for comprehension of a cultivation technique. Is it achieving daily Great Perfection?] Chen Lin's mind subconsciously shifted. Instantly, the obscure, ten-thousand-word secret tome flooded into his consciousness like a tide. Countless obstacles in his cultivation suddenly became clear, and spiritual energy surged through him—an entire cultivation technique, previously unattainable, reached its pinnacle in a single thought. He looked down at his hands, radiating a golden Daoist aura, and fell silent. It seemed... this insignificant elder, who only wanted to live a life of idleness and wait for death, could no longer endure.

When Chen Lin woke up, he found that he had not only changed his world, but also skipped puberty and became an old man in the royal family. What was even more terrible was that his life was coming to an end, and he was still thinking about enjoying his old age, but he found that the dynasty was facing disintegration and his plan was ruined. At this moment of despair, lines of handwriting suddenly floated in front of his eyes like a barrage of words

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After countless years, Chen Lin looked at the countless fluttering dynasty flags and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"I just wanted to live a few more days, why did I become the ancestor of Taoism inexplicably!"