The Legend of a Mortal's Cultivation of the Divine Way

Li Xiaofan was covered in blood, slumped on the ground as he gasped for breath. Every breath tugged at his wounds, sending stabbing pain through him.

He looked at his trembling hands and the wounds on his body. He felt no fear. Instead, he slowly clenched his fists.

"I survived again."

"Every life-and-death battle is a trial by fire."

"My body and my will are both growing stronger."

"The level of the Longevity Art will break through eventually."

He slowly sat cross-legged, ignoring the pain in his body, and once again circulated the method of the Longevity Art, beginning to breathe in and out.

Thin threads of spiritual energy from heaven and earth were drawn into his body, nourishing his injured form and tempering his mortal flesh.

After battling a demonic beast, his blood and qi surged, making cultivation far more effective than his usual seated meditation.

This was his path of cultivation.

No pills. No inheritance. No backers.

He made the wilderness his training ground, life and death his trial, and an iron will his foundation. Step by step, he struggled upward.

Even if the road ahead was pitch-black, even if the whole world stood against him, even if all living beings mocked him,

he would never bow his head.

So what if I have a mortal body?

So what if I'm an orphan?

So what if I'm a lowly nobody?

From this day on, I, Li Xiaofan, will cultivate eternal life with my mortal body.

With my insignificant life, I will defy the heavens and shatter the shackles of rank. Step by step, I will ascend to the divine realm, where I shall endure for ten thousand ages and never perish!