The head of Tianxingzong, the number one sect in the cultivation world, is scolding his mother: Damn, Tianlinggen has ascended to the fairy world in five hundred years, so it is of no use to the sect! What I want is to be like that bastard Liang Yuan, Yuanying You will have to cultivate the worst spiritual root for tens of thousands of years! One hundred thousand years later, in the main hall of Tianxingzong, the contemporary head of the Tianxingzong burst into tears: All the ancestors of the fairy world, you all show your spirits, let that bastard Liang Yuan hurry up! Ascension to the Immortal World, he has been bullying us for hundreds of thousands of years... In a million years, there is a small bag of soil, with seven old Taoists kneeling under it. You can take whatever you like from our seven schools, beg on your knees , You're going to ascend! On the soil bag, Liang Yuan: Don't worry, I haven't stayed in the cultivation world enough! Besides, your pockets are cleaner than your faces, so what good things can you have! Tears: Is there any good thing that can carry you old Wang... You old man is thinking about it! Alas, you have also seen that I pretend to be aggressive every day, just hoping to be struck by lightning, but this catastrophe just doesn’t happen. Come on. You don't understand, I am more miserable than you! Liang Yuan's face is full of bitterness and hatred, and he burst into tears immediately under the dirt bag.