I Cultivate by Spending My Lifespan

He transmigrates into the body of a servant with an ordinary meridian, condemned to a lifetime without the chance to cultivate immortality. Until he finds a piece of broken stone in the back hills. One line is carved into it: “The ordinary meridian does not die. Heaven and earth are cruel.” From that day on, every meridian he unblocks turns one strand of his hair white. Every step forward burns away a piece of his life. The steward asks him, “Are you still going to keep practicing?” He touches the black markings on his left cheek and smiles. “I accept it.”