I Really Don't Want to Cultivate

Qi Refinement at ten, Nascent Soul at a hundred, and ascension to the Immortal Realm at a thousand.

Zhang Daosheng's cheat-like life felt like a dream even to him. In less than ten thousand years, he severed the Three Corpses and attained Golden Immortalhood.

He merged with the Great Dao and opened heaven and earth. His carefree cultivation soon took a strange turn.

He became the ancestor of all immortals and the teacher of the Great Dao, yet his cultivation speed only increased.

A major breakthrough every five days, a minor one every three. Sometimes it was his soul, sometimes his golden body.

Three thousand worlds were just a midday meal; the boundless chaos lasted half a month. Even the supreme Hongmeng and innate merit barely amounted to a snack. It seemed the energy of this world simply couldn't keep up with his cultivation speed.

After thirty thousand years, not a hair was left in this space. Yet his consciousness was clear, his thoughts lively, his spirits high, and his blood surging.

He opened his eyes to nothing but pitch black. With these endless, boring years, was all he could do count his breakthroughs?

"First level, second level, one hundred levels, twenty thousand levels, three million levels, fifty million levels..."

Good heavens!

Will this damned cultivation ever come to an end?!