Reborn as the Heavenly Dao, developing the world, plundering the heavens, using the heaven and earth as chessboards, and all living beings as chess pieces, laying out the eternal plan!

This is the story of the Heavenly Dao of one world, growing step by step into the strongest Heavenly Dao of the heavens!

(Warning, if you want to see the human race dominate, be careful! This book has all kinds of races! In addition, if you don’t like the first world, you can skip it, it will not affect your reading!)

[Light-hearted and funny + daily life + recruiting disciples + sect + system + warm and cozy + slow pace + the protagonist is not lame and they can have fun together.]

After traveling to the world of immortal cultivation, Chu Xingchen awakens the system of recruiting disciples and sees the disciple entries clearly!

Build the strongest sect from scratch.

The eldest disciple: Li Yingling [gold entry: immortal cultivation genius] [purple entry: strong luck] [blue entry: beautiful]

The second disciple: Li Xingtian [gold entry: reborn] [purple entry: decisive in killing] [blue entry: loyal and righteous]

The third disciple: ??? [orange entry: seductive demon girl] [??] [??]

So, the world of immortal cultivation inexplicably gained an inconspicuous small sect, but everyone in this sect is a talent.

When the mountain fruits fall in the rain, I ask after searching my heart;

The grass and insects chirp under the lamp, and you know the autumn by stroking the sword.

The little people are forced to stumble forward in the strange mountains and rivers of roses.

A striking man of mysterious origin and peerless talent, he looks back at the world, in all its entirety, with utter disdain. And yet, in the treacherous and unpredictable ultimate formation of the Boundless Secular World, he guards a breathtaking ancient qin with broken strings, waiting silently for the destined one to arrive!

A boy encounters him, and knows for the first time that the world beneath the Heavens is a fickle place. Not even demons, devils, ghosts and monsters can match the frivolity of human nature!

A slender physique, and jade-like beauty, but the sword that strikes between heaven and earth is not unlike a streaming rainbow!

The vastness of the starry sky, the seven emotions and six desires! Greed, anger and ignorance! The teachings of Buddha will grant you boundless strength!

A sea of blood will come, at the cost of all mortal beings full of honest hope!

The ghosts wail as the gods roar, but the sea of blood has no end!

Where, pray tell, is the path I should take?

Since there is no path, no matter how bitter and bloody the sea, even if my boat is made out of bones, I will soar to the heavens above!

I am the only one in the world who kills, and no one in the world kills me.

This is a crazy man, his crazy journey, endless journey, countless myths unfolding one by one, bizarre, no one knows the end of time and space, you don’t know, I don’t know, this is a crazy man for life, A journey for knowledge, to explore eternity.

If you convince others with force, you won't be convinced with your heart, or if you are weak in support; if you convince others with reason, your heart will be happy and you will be sincerely convinced.

But immortals are often unreasonable...

An Immortal does not differentiate between good and evil, nor do they care about the distinction between black and white. They do not ask what is right or wrong, and consider all living things as dogs. In spite of everything, Immortals pursue the Dao with bitter resolve.

Any being who disturbs my Dao, good or evil, will be forced to meet their karma, reduced to nothing more than ashes.

This is a daily cultivation journal of a Loose Cultivator from Black Dragon Mountain, meticulously recording every detail of his cultivation journey. As the saying goes, "A woman fears marrying the wrong man, and a man fears entering the wrong profession." Having started as a bottom-tier Loose Cultivator—and one from Black Dragon Mountain, notorious for its banditry—Liu Xiaolou had no choice but to accept his fate. He struggled tirelessly in a world dominated by prestigious sects, hustling for a single Spirit Stone, a Spirit Pill, a Magic Artifact, or a Spirit Herb. The mundane realities of life—the daily grind of firewood, rice, oil, and salt—mingled with the bittersweet trials of cultivation. The true flavor of this existence could only be savored by those who lived it, yet one thing remained constant: a steadfast devotion to the Dao, driven by the pursuit of eternal life