A Mortal's Journey to Immortality Begins with Being a Handyman

The path to immortality is as vast as an abyss, and the evil tribulation is hidden in the treacherous sky. Skeletons pave the road to eternal life, and seas of blood carry boats to reach the top. Comrades have many scheming plans, and close relatives have hidden daggers. It is a common thing to extract the soul and refine the soul, but the law of the weak and the strong is strict. Eternal cultivation has been lonely, and thousands of years of hard work have turned into ashes and smoke. When asked, immortality is ultimately an illusion, and I can only see the setting sun reflecting the blood.