I, the Scattered Continent, Traveled from the Earth

In this world, spiritual roots are the natural chasm that divides immortals and mortals. Zheng Moxun, who was born without spiritual roots, was just a mortal who could die from landslides and miasma at any time in the mine under the Immortal Sect. He was unwilling to accept his fate. While other monks were absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and controlling flying swords and magic weapons, he was using the sweat and will of mortals to hone every inch of his muscles and bones and every fiber of his mind in the most humble labor. The immortals regarded him as an ant, and his fellow disciples laughed at him for being foolish. But Zheng Moxun discovered that when the physical body is tempered to the extreme, and when the will is as tough as a diamond, a punch or a kick can actually shake the aloof fairy magic. He has no golden finger, and his only support is this body that has been tempered in suffering day after day. Others who seek immortality seek freedom and freedom. I, Zheng Moxun, am cultivating immortality just to fight for my breath and live a decent life in this cannibalistic world! A mortal body, and a questioning heart that never yields.