Elor, that is the name I have given myself. I did teach myself everything. Only the voice in my head helped me out in the beginning. After I could finally leave my birthplace I was met with much wonder. Who knew that there were such wonderous things out there.

Imprisoned with only one way out from his birthplace, he needed to master most known Sage Arts. When he finally thought he could leave the next part of his work began.

Raising his cultivation level. After untold years he had finally reached the Cronwed Divine realm and the system let him leave.
Outside he got a new mission, teach beings what you learned. If he did use force on innocent beings he would be imprisoned again. How should one go around and get disciples like that?

Even worse, this continent does only have two eels living here?!

*Story may(surerly) have several grammar errors. If you find a plothole please tell me, Sometimes I overlook them.

**Has strong language and some times sexual context but no night time activities

*** It is a mixture of third PoV, building a sect, travelling the world and some disciple teaching. Has elements of Slice of Life and Comedy with a side dish of being OP when needed.