Ascending to Immortality in an Age of Prosperity, Lying Low in the Immortal Martial World

Cultivation is like climbing a mountain. The trail is full of brambles and dangers, and one careless step can leave you dead.

Climb one mountain, then another, then look up at yet another. There's always a higher peak beyond.

Li Qingzhou, a transmigrator, always chooses the safest way up, refusing to be swept along by the idea that “one step behind means falling behind at every step.”

Many years later, as Li Qingzhou struggles up the mountain, a chill runs through him. The view suddenly opens up before his eyes.

He looks back from the heights, where the air is thin, and sees the mountains far below.

He stands above all the peaks!

It is a golden age of immortal and martial cultivation. The greatest talents of the era rise together, ancient monsters awaken, and the hidden hands behind the schemes finally emerge.

The race is on! The race is on!

Then they suddenly spot a stowaway who plays by no rules, already sneaking ahead of them.

Because his light boat has already sailed past ten thousand mountains!