Traditional cultivation of immortality + slow heat + no system + mortal flow
An abandoned child with no spiritual roots, no name, no parents, was involved in conspiracies in the torrent of the world of immortality, and was pushed forward by fate again and again. As a mortal, he was involved in the sect's power whirlpool, and after the storm, he became an outcast again. Falling down again and again, getting up again and again, in the endless setbacks, he pieced together his appearance bit by bit. Is he willing to be a chess piece, or will one day be able to hold the chess piece and lose?
This is my first time writing a novel, so I don't dare to say too much. I only hope that all fellow Taoists: The Tao mind is always there, and you can practice and see. I also hope that the protagonist can remember where he came from and how he will return.
