At fifty-three, the Wang matriarch had spent half her life in hardship. Widowed, she raised seven sons, only to be looked down on by her clan and worn down by life.
One day, she lost her footing and fell off a mountain. When she opened her eyes again, memories of her past life came rushing back.
Only then did she learn that in this world, there was a path to immortal cultivation, eternal life, and prosperity for her entire clan.
She had no spirit spring, no System, and no divine artifact,
just an extraordinary memory that never forgot what she saw and understood the ways of the world.
She needed only one look at a fragment of a cultivation manual in a cave to memorize it;
one look at a spirit herb to learn its properties without ever getting them wrong again;
one lesson in a cultivation technique to grasp it completely.
Once a timid old woman from a mountain village, she now carried the Great Dao in her heart and saw the whole world clearly.
Her seven sons were still ordinary mortals, and her family had next to nothing, so she started with every bowl of porridge, every meal, every bundle of firewood, and every medicinal herb:
She taught her sons to draw in qi, guided her daughters-in-law in cultivation, paved the way for her grandchildren, and set rules for the clan.
When outsiders bullied her family for being poor, she answered with strength and face-slapping;
when sects dismissed her as a mortal, she raised a whole household of cultivators;
when Heaven and Earth showed no mercy, she used her mortal body to open a path to eternal life for her family.
From a humble mountain home to a residence on an immortal mountain;
from seven ordinary sons to a household blessed with immortality;
from a lowly old woman to the founding matriarch of her clan.
At fifty-three, in the twilight of her life, she...
