Ant Line

Chen Jiu, a servant of the Qingyun Sect, is the most insignificant existence in the world of immortality. Five Elements Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots, the third level of Qi Refining has been stuck for three years, and I can't even get the complete technique together. His daily routine is just carrying spiritual water and hoeing spiritual fields. His biggest hope is to save three spiritual stones to save his parents during the drought. There is no magical encounter, no guidance from a famous teacher. He has seen fellow disciples lose their legs due to half a spiritual grass, and has seen monks fighting for their lives for useless elixir slag. He knows that the path to immortality is never easy, only the weak and the strong. But he was still holding on. Relying on carrying more spiritual water to accumulate spiritual energy, relying on the remaining elixirs from the abandoned elixir room to continue practicing, and relying on fighting for one's life to find a way out of the tide of monsters... Like weeds in the cracks of rocks, they burrow upward with all their strength. Some people laughed at him for being stupid, as a miscellaneous spirit can never become a great weapon; some people ridiculed him as a fool, guarding a small medicine shop in vain for stability. But what he cultivated was never the path to immortality. He just wanted the people he cared about to take a breather in this cannibalistic world. This is not a counterattack myth, just a trace of a speck of dust struggling in the torrent. He might just be a foundation-building monk throughout his life, or even die in the tide of nameless monsters. But the people he has protected, the spiritual seeds he has buried, and the clumsy formations he has figured out will be like the spiritual water he once carried, quietly nourishing a little vitality in the corner. The sky and the earth are vast, and wherever the dust falls, it is also the human world.