I Am an Immortal from Ancient Times

[Old version of Prehistoric] + [Mortal] + [Not Invincible] + [Not Shuangwen] + [No heroine] + [Not Holy Mother] + [No system] The black and yellow heaven and earth cultivate morality, and the universe refines the soul. Without joining the three teachings and nine streams, you can freely cultivate the secret of longevity. A closed-door hermit respects the way of heaven, and is free from disasters, calamities, and bad fate. I was in a trance and gained the wonderful feeling of ascending to heaven. I am a scattered immortal from the ancient times. This is the story of two time-travelers who accidentally traveled through the wilderness. There is no blood that defies heaven, only helplessness towards fate. There is no system, no golden fingers, only day after day breathing, practicing, respecting the way of heaven, respecting Hongjun, neither good nor evil. There is always too much helplessness and sorrow in life, and their fate tightly involves them. This is a true portrayal of a mortal. Under the days, everything is doomed, under the trampling of human power, no matter how hard the ants struggle, there is nothing they can do. Changing one's destiny is just a play by the superior to tease the inferior. Against the will of heaven, it turns out to be just a lie. This is where the story of ghosts and immortals begins. (Note: Pure prehistoric, respecting the cultures of various countries, respecting the original work, respecting the information, no comparison, objective, and there is no possibility that the protagonist will become a saint of heaven, let alone slinging Hongjun and other plots, don't enter if you are not happy, you will win if you quarrel) (PS: The protagonist does not have the ability to fight cross-border, but the supporting characters do. This book is not a cool book, and the protagonist still has humanity and is not a ruthless killing machine. Remember this)