Infinite Path to the Dao

When he was five, memories of his past life awakened.

Meng Ran, lost among a crowd of refugees, looked down at his small, frail body and his filthy, ragged clothes, so tattered they were little more than a sack with holes in it. He was utterly speechless...

A catastrophic famine caused by a locust plague was raging. He had no System and no golden finger.

So how was he supposed to survive?

Relying on a mysteriously vigorous body and a little knowledge, he somehow managed to scrape by

A year later, a giant hand descended from the sky and snatched him up as he bent over to pick wild vegetables.

This was a world of cultivation. Oh, I have deep spiritual roots and a divine aperture called the “Undying Heart.” I’m a promising talent.

٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏᵎᵎᵎᵎ, got it.

Eleven years later, a cold, solemn voice rang out: “During the Republic of China era...”

What? The Hall of Reincarnation?! Endless trial worlds?