Lying Low in the Immortal Realm, Awaiting Immortality

Ye Changsheng smiled as he looked at the battle-watching panel before him. This golden finger was fascinating. Just watching other people fight could make him stronger. He rubbed his hands together like a fly, imagining himself sweeping across the eight directions and six extremes, invincible among his peers. Then, by chance, he experienced the spiritual pressure of a true powerhouse and nearly died. And then... He understood! The road to immortality is strewn with bones. In the cultivation world of today, countless races gather: demons, immortals, spirits, gods... Divine Sons, Saint Sons, immortal maidens, and demonesses appear one after another. He was a nobody with no powerful backer. If anyone found out he had such a golden finger, he’d be courting death in no time. And that would be the best-case scenario! He might instead be captured by some perverted old monster, then dissected, soul-searched, stripped of his bones, and rendered down for his flesh... all for repeated study and torture... At that thought, he immediately set a rule for himself: until he became a true powerhouse, until he became the strongest, he had to keep his head down. As the saying goes, the road to immortality is long. Only by keeping a low profile can you attain eternal life.