I Comprehended the Dao on the Execution Ground and Became an Earthly Immortal

Others cultivate immortality by risking their lives. I cultivate immortality by staying alive.

When the demonic path besieges the righteous alliance, I quietly set up formations beneath the battlefield: “Fight, go all out. I'll mediate after you're done.”

When the ninth layer of heavenly tribulation locks onto me, I make a quick calculation: “Today is an auspicious day for weddings, but not for surviving tribulations. Can we reschedule?”

From a minor prison clerk to an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect, from an elder of the Alchemy Hall to a reclusive Grand Supreme Elder.

I've always believed that cultivating immortality isn't about trembling in fear atop the world. It's about staying in your comfort zone and slowly growing stronger.

Until the day a Demon Lord from beyond the heavens tore open the firmament, and all living beings begged the “Immortal Venerable of Longevity” to act.

I sighed and rose from my rocking chair.

“Honestly...” I brushed the melon seed shells off my sleeves. “Live long enough, and even an ant can bite an elephant to death.”

This is a lighthearted story about a corrupt official who uses the art of keeping his head down to coast his way to sainthood in the cultivation world.

When the entire cultivation world is fighting for its life