Longevity: It All Began with Feeding Corpse Worms in a Mass Grave

[Classic cultivation + slow-burn progression + ruthless decisiveness + no System + cautious protagonist]

Protagonist: Chen Mo

That year, plague ravaged the city.

The lofty righteous immortals, in pursuit of so-called “merit” and “spiritual veins,” used quicksand magic to bury every resident alive.

His father died a tragic death, and his mother's bones were never found. Chen Mo fled to a mass grave and crawled out of the pile of corpses like a stray dog.

He learned two things:

First, in the eyes of immortals, mortals are worth even less than weeds.

Second, if you want immortals to learn to play fair, you have to be fiercer, crueler, and more vicious than they are!

If the Heavenly Dao is blind and the righteous path heartless, then I, Chen Mo, will become a demon!

A person has three corpses: the upper corpse craves fine adornments, the middle corpse craves good food, and the lower corpse craves lust.

Ordinary people slay their corpses in pursuit of immortality; we cultivate ours to become demons!

Use the body as a venom vessel, nurturing the spirits of the three corpses.

Refine a body of myriad poisons and devour the gods and buddhas across the heavens.

Years later, when Chen Mo shatters the Celestial Palace and pins the once-mighty sect leader beneath his foot, he smiles warmly.

“Don't be afraid. I'm a doctor. I'll send you… to your next life.”