He relied on his self-created "Nine Heaven Buddha Art" to cultivate a strong and robust body, wielding a Mo Saber a yard long, roaming through Fulong Mountain.
Until later, he met Qiu Changtian.
Lao Dao's reputation was gone, his weapon was gone too.
Since then, he thoroughly became the Doorman Uncle of Tongwen Hall.
"Uh, last time at Celestial Water Prefecture, I used it to ward off disasters."
Qiu Changtian looked embarrassed.
Bad luck clung to him, with minor disasters annually, medium crises every three years, and major ones every nine years.
It was as though Heaven was changing its methods to torment him, using all sorts of means from floods, fires, landslides, to lightning strikes.
To cling to life, Qiu Changtian racked his brains, researching various ways to avoid disasters and calamities.
To get through the numerous Science and Ceremony Arrays in Observatory Tower, dissipate his bad luck, and resist the backlash of the heavenly mechanism.
My precious saber!
