After transmigrating to the borderlands in a year of great drought, Fang Xu finds himself, from the start, a starving refugee, skin stretched tight over bone.
Above him, powerful cultivators clash on their flying swords. A wisp of stray light from one of them can vaporize all life for miles. In the eyes of immortals and demons, mortals are beneath even the weeds.
Fortunately, Fang Xu awakens the Longevity Stat Panel:
As long as he survives in this world for a year, he is guaranteed one free attribute point.
Strength, magical power, fortune, comprehension, and every skill under the sun can all be increased without limit!
Immortals can move mountains and fill seas, but even they have a finite lifespan?
Looking at his endless years ahead, Fang Xu quietly ducks his head and becomes an inconspicuous laborer at a borderland post station.
Chase opportunities? No, he might die for nothing.
Get tangled in karma? Stay clear and feed the horses in peace.
One point a year, without a sound.
In the first year, he puts a point into strength, shifting a boulder with one arm and revealing the first hint of his talent.
In the third year, he puts a point into strength. His body is forged like steel, and he can snap a finely tempered saber in his bare hands.
In the tenth year, his strength reaches its limit. His body breaks through the constraints of mortal flesh, and one punch stirs the wind and clouds.
In the eleventh year, with no path to immortality? Fang Xu puts his attribute point into [Comprehension] instead, deducing a broken mortal stance into a profound art that can suppress the world!
"The world's geniuses are as plentiful as carp crossing a river, and mighty immortals command the very forces of creation. What does any of that have to do with me?"
"After I quietly raise my stats for a few thousand or ten thousand years, I'll look back and see... How did that ancient immortal sect, whose members once treated mortals like ants, all end up dead?"
