Dan Ding Asking for Bones

In that remote mountain village that has been forgotten by the world, there is an ancient legend: an immortal tripod once fell into the mortal world, shattered into thousands of sparks, and scattered around the world. Those who get the tripod can obtain the treasures of the Immortal Mansion and achieve immortality. Fourteen years later, a young man with bones as old as rocks fished out a moss-covered bronze fragment from the well in his dilapidated courtyard. That night, when the fragment fell into a dream, he saw a fairy mansion shrouded in clouds and mist, heard the roar of the alchemy cauldron, the whispers of spiritual beasts, and the fragrance of elixirs. The world laughs at him because he is mediocre, and the immortal sect abandons him like a worn-out shoe. But in an unnoticed corner, he used the bluestone as a cauldron and the mountain spring as a guide to refine the first potion of elixir that even the immortals would look upon. When the geniuses of the Immortal Competition competed to show off their magical treasures and spiritual pets, in the shadow behind him, a mutated native dog that accidentally ate the elixir was yawning lazily, with a ray of prehistoric evil light flashing in its eyes. This path is not immortal, this path is not demonic. Don't ask about spiritual roots, don't ask about destiny, just ask whether this heart can be strong and this ambition can be sincere. Is what is being refined in the cauldron the elixir of immortality, or is it the proud body abandoned by the Immortal Sect?