A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality: It Begins with Finding a Foot-Rubbing Stone

Everyone cultivates immortality, but I use my body as a furnace.

Driven from his mountain village, Ling Shuo finds a dull gray whetstone on a riverbank. From then on, he tempers his bones and skin with his own flesh and blood, embarking on the forgotten path of body cultivation. No spiritual roots? He'll grind them out. No master to teach him? He'll take one. His body clashes head-on with magical treasures, his fists shatter mountains and rivers. While magic cultivators fly through the nine heavens on their swords, he punches his way to the heavens with a pair of iron fists.

Even an ordinary body can become a saint.

If this world refuses to acknowledge body cultivators, he'll shatter the heavens and ascend.

Ordinary people are anything but ordinary. Grind your bones and seek immortality.