Longevity: I Survived by Laying Low Until I Became an Immortal

Lu Changsheng transmigrates to the world of cultivation with a mixed five-element spiritual root, and his cultivation progresses at a snail's pace.

The good news is that he awakens the “Immortal Dao Fruit”: his lifespan is endless, his appearance never changes, and he will never die of old age.

The bad news is that in a world of the strong preying on the weak, an “undying body” means getting captured and refined into pills, possessed, or dissected for research.

So Lu Changsheng lays down one ironclad rule: keep a low profile and stay alive.

Bullied by the sect? Beg on your knees.

Taunted by a genius? Take the long way around.

Powerful cultivators fighting? Crawl under the bed.

He doesn't practice flashy techniques, make friends, fall in love, or show off just to humiliate his enemies.

His only weapon is time.

Zhao Hu bullies him? Wait sixty-five years, and Zhao Hu will die of old age.

The sect is destroyed? Hide in a little house at the foot of the mountain six months in advance, then come out after the danger has passed.

A Mahayana cultivator tries to defy fate? Hide inside a temporal barrier and wait for the backlash of the Heavenly Dao to kill him.

A thousand years, two thousand years, ten thousand years.

He watches with his own eyes as once-brilliant geniuses turn to bones and old enemies are reduced to nothing.

And he still looks sixteen.