I'm Learning to Cultivate Immortality

On his birthday, Xu Wenqing, who had been an orphan since childhood, received an anonymous birthday gift. After repeatedly confirming that the address, name, and phone number were correct, he felt quite calm. Open the express delivery without any psychological pressure. After tearing open the outer packaging, a book that looked a bit historical lay quietly inside, with strange textures covering the surface of the book cover. Then, a huge impact of information hit Xu Wenqing, and his eyes dimmed instantly. As time passed, his eyes recovered bit by bit...