Lin Cheng had come to a parallel world where the sects were severely cut off. Shaolin, Wudang, Celestial Master’s Residence, and many other religious sects had been submerged in the long river of history and only existed in legends and ancient books.
At the beginning, he would play the role of Wudang King and obtain all his strength. As long as more people believed him, he would become stronger.
"I’ll use Taiji Fist with my left hand and stab my body with my right hand…"
One day, a young Taoist priest leaned lazily on his donkey and hummed a song as he entered the modern city. He instantly attracted a lot of attention.
"Little brother, little brother, are you a Taoist priest? Were there really Daoist cultivators in this world who cultivated the Dao?”
A certain voice had millions of fans and was interviewed on the street.
"It’s already 0202. If you want to believe in science, there are no immortal techniques in this world.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet was stopped in mid-air.
"Uh, this is a spell, not an immortal spell…"
Another day, under the Leifeng Pagoda, the name was called...