[Immortality + No System + Keeping a Low Profile + Lighthearted + Quietly Building Strength]
Li Mubai transmigrates into a world where immortals exist.
He starts off with good news: he is immortal and will never age.
Faced with the classic five-element mixed spiritual root, Li Mubai isn't too discouraged.
"As long as I have a spiritual root, that's all an immortal needs. I'll just keep my head down from now on."
So he practices the most unremarkable Everlasting Spring Art, lives in the most remote village, and works as the most ordinary blacksmith, witnessing the world's warmth and cruelty and observing the rise and fall of empires.
The Great Xia dynasty starts recruiting soldiers? He runs.
Demonic cultivators refine souls? He runs.
A beast tide is coming? He runs.
The cultivation world is at war? He runs.
A thousand years pass. Geniuses of his generation fall like rain, while he keeps lying low.
Ten thousand years pass. Nascent Soul cultivators turn to dry bones, while he is still keeping his head down.
A hundred thousand years pass. The age of declining spiritual energy arrives and fades, and he still keeps out of sight.
Since he transmigrated here, the world has gained an existence that wants no part in its affairs.
Until one day, the flower of likeness blooms, and the great age can no longer be avoided.
Beneath the tribulation of ascension, martial arts shatter the void.
A bit of a literary youth, unlike in troubled times
Running is a profound knowledge, and there are many ways and connotations in it. I don't know if the author can write it well. I'll give it five stars first, and then deduct two stars if it's not correct.
If you don't accept girls, don't write love lines. If you write them, you won't accept them.
Good writing, keep it up
Okay, okay, good, good.
A little too stable
Not bad, not the protagonist whose cerebellum controls the brain