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Lin Yuan traveled to the world of cultivating immortals. He was a loser with five series of miscellaneous spiritual roots. He had been practicing hard for forty years and was still stuck on the second level of Qi training. Haunted by erosion and old wounds, he was sent to the borderlands to survive. At the age of fifty-eight, he married a mortal woman, thinking that this would be the end of his life. Unexpectedly, as we spent time together day and night, the abandoned spiritual field began to come back to life, the withered spiritual grass grew golden lines, and the most inconspicuous monk in the wilderness grew the best elixir that everyone was clamoring for. Some are jealous, others covet, and there are flashes of swords and shadows in the dark night. But there are more and more people in his shabby little courtyard-- A mortal lady practicing martial arts, a shy girl practicing Qi, a female cultivator practicing swordsmanship, a spiritual chef in trouble... They sat around a table to eat, crowded on the porch to watch the rain, and late at night, there were endless whispers in the yard. The border wilderness is getting more and more chaotic, there are more and more monsters, and more and more people are staring at him. But when Lin Yuan looked at the people around him, he just felt-- You have to live this day well.

Resurrection of spiritual energy, the era of high martial arts, this is an era where talent and resources determine everything. Breathwork, half a million. Talent test, one hundred thousand. One bottle of the most basic nutritional supplement costs five hundred. As for Lin Jin, the F-level "extreme spirit" at the bottom of the Rust Zone, he couldn't even afford the testing fee, and he had to support a terminally ill sister. They said I was destined to be an ant, the dregs at the bottom of the pyramid. Until that day, when I was dying, I heard the whisper of the system: [Evolution of Life]--Everything has value, and killing is the truth. From now on, there is only one path left for me: Fight to feed war, kill to stop killing! The genius of the family uses resources to pile up attributes? I plunder the essence of life between life and death! The strong set the rules and monopolize the upward channel? My blade is the new rule! From insects in sewers to scavengers in the underground world; From the unknowns in the Rust Zone to the hunters who make the entire gray world tremble. When I stepped on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to ascend to the throne, I looked back-- Those who once overlooked me have become cold numbers on my attribute panel.