After transmigrating into a brutal fantasy world where the strong prey on the weak, Li Han struggles to survive for seventy years. No miraculous opportunity falls from the heavens, and no old master with a golden finger appears to guide him. He is merely an old man weathered by time. Only in his seventies, after a chance encounter in a desperate predicament, does he finally glimpse the threshold to immortality. Though his hair is white and his steps unsteady, Li Han draws on the tenacity of an ordinary laborer and boldly wrests more years from Heaven. How will this old man, in a cultivation world teeming with geniuses and deadly dangers, use the wisdom of an ordinary person to seek the Dao in his twilight years and forge his own immortal path? With no one to help me on the road to immortality, I’ll carve my way to its summit in blood!
The ultimate romance of grassroots counterattack, a fairy tale full of truth and cruelty. The protagonist has mediocre qualifications and no shocking background. He only relies on caution, tenacity and a little chance to survive in the world of cultivation where there is intrigue and the law of the jungle is strong. It removes the romantic filter of traditional immortals and restores "cultivating immortals" to an ultimate game of resources and xinxing. The world in the book has strict laws and decisive killings. There is no love or hate for no reason. Every step of climbing is soaked in blood, sweat and calculation. On the road to immortality, mortals do not rely on destiny, but on walking more steadily and more ruthlessly than others at every step. This is the most hard-core counterattack myth for all those who are unwilling to be ordinary.
Well written! Struggle in pain all my life