There is an old saying in the world of immortality: Only when you enter the immortal gate can you become an immortal.
Those who cannot enter are called rogue cultivators, and life as a rogue cultivator is difficult.
You have to hide from monsters, beware of monks, find elixirs in the cracks, and practice that shabby technique under the moonlight.
But it seems like it's not the same as before.
This is a story about "living".
Among the mountains and fields, unknown people are walking step by step towards the unreachable fairy road.
