The Last Cultivator of the Age of Declining Magic

I’m a freak, born after my mother carried me for three years. I was born into an unremarkable family in the countryside. When I was born, eighteen bolts of heavenly lightning struck, nine golden dragons soared into the sky, and a nine-tailed fox sacrificed itself to withstand the thunder. A character from an ancient script, “Zhou,” appeared on my forehead. A fortune-telling master once cast a divination and said, “You won’t know when your luck has turned unless you gamble, and you won’t know your body is well unless you get out of bed.” Yet I live in an age when the Dharma has declined. I struggle to cultivate immortality, all for the sake of my fox-spirit wife...