The Path to Enlightenment at 100 Years Old: Starting from the Red Gourd

[Mortal Cultivation] + [Revenge] + [No System] + [Slow Heat] + [Swordsmanship] + [Travel] There was a bloody night in Luoxia Village, and more than a hundred villagers died tragically. He watched his beloved being kidnapped by evil cultivators, but he was not even qualified to fight back. Traveling all over the world, I was stepped on and thrown out of the gate again and again just because I was born without spiritual roots. Everyone told him: Those who have no spiritual roots will not be able to cultivate immortality for life. How can they talk about revenge if they have the life of an ant? But he insisted on going against fate. A red gourd he carried with him became the only light in his dark life. Eighty years of forbearance, eighty years of running around, and eighty years of loneliness. From black hair to white hair, from boy to old man. At the age of ninety-nine, he embarked on the dead-end road to Kunlun Mountain alone. That is the ancient sacred mountain, a forbidden land in the world, and the burial place of all monks. It is also his last hope in this life. When the sound of ancient swords came from the depths of the snow-capped mountains, the red gourd burst into dazzling red light. That day was his 100th birthday. He faced the wind and snow in the sky and made a blood oath word by word: Today I, Bai Hanfeng, am back. Up and down the Ten Thousand Souls Valley, no chickens or dogs are left alive!