Infinite Worlds: Others Practice Martial Arts, but I Cultivate Immortality?

"A golden core swallowed down my belly, and now I know my fate is mine to command, not Heaven's. Hahaha, this Daoist has succeeded... Gah, oh no..."

In the twenty-first century, inside the Medicine King Palace in Bashu.

After enduring countless hardships and calamities, a Daoist had finally refined a potent elixir through a stroke of luck. As he swallowed the Earthly Origin Golden Core he'd painstakingly made himself, his organs churned and stars swam before his eyes. He could only let out one last, despairing cry!

Meanwhile, in the Smiling, Proud Wanderer world.

At Songfeng Temple on Mount Qingcheng, a young Daoist opened his bewildered eyes. Ignoring his fellow disciples, who were performing a face-changing trick nearby, he instinctively let out a howl:

"Damn it! I miscalculated the timing! My elixir!!!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.