As Spiritual Energy Withers, I Live Forever in the Mortal World

“Watching a game of Go, the woodcutter's axe rots away. On Mount Fuli, seekers pursue immortal destiny, contemplating the sun and moon, drinking and making merry, laughing themselves into joy!” “Master the arts of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning; cultivate the skills of blades, spears, swords, and halberds.” “When the heavens change, what can divine powers do? When life falls short and death draws near, only then do we learn that eternal life has no path, and even the Great Dao has its limits.” “This life ends. Sitting here in stillness, I accept that my years will dwindle.” … The world has entered the Age of Declining Dharma, and spiritual energy is drying up! To attain eternal life, Qi cultivators bring forth countless techniques. The divine path of incense and worship, turning themselves into stone, cultivating people as medicine, refining people into pills… True immortals establish a heavenly court above the mortal world; fallen immortals open the underworld; Buddhas gather all beings into a blissful pure land… Demons and monsters infest the land, and the order of the human world collapses. Pei An, a mortal who has practiced martial arts for three years, joins Mount Fuli, only to learn that spiritual energy is dissipating and the path to immortality has been severed. Fortunately, he carries within him a vast sea of Haotian Origin, the source of heaven and earth, which grants him inexhaustible spiritual energy, allowing him to cultivate Qi and pursue immortality in this Age of Declining Dharma. A thousand years later, people learn that a true immortal resides on Mount Fuli. “Please, Immortal, descend and restore order to the human world!” As the words fall, a sword shoots out from Mount Fuli, illuminating the thirty-three provinces. [No System, Genius, Immortality]