From Mortal to Immortal in Three Thousand Years

An ordinary mortal with no spiritual roots, no lucky breaks, and no backing, who spends three thousand years dragging every last god and Buddha down to the mortal world. The entire Jiang family was slaughtered overnight. Seventeen-year-old Jiang Lin had his meridians crippled. Forced to watch his fiancée die and his sworn brothers be crippled and sold, he was pushed into a dry well. His father had time only to shove a dagger into his arms. He had no spiritual roots. He possessed all five elements, but they were hopelessly mixed, making him the most despised kind of trash in the cultivation world. He had no lucky breaks, no backing, no golden finger. Even his meridians were crippled. All he had was three thousand years. He began by killing a scarlet wolf in Beast Mountain, started as a menial disciple at Lingyun Sect, and practiced by trying to draw in a wisp of energy that never came. He memorized his enemies' names one by one, reclaimed his wife's soul bit by bit, and battered open the door barring the path to immortality inch by inch. Others cultivate to seek eternal life. He cultivates for one reason only: to become an immortal. Because immortals refuse to see mortals. And he is determined to make a mortal become an immortal.