Fellow Taoist, Please Stay, I Am Really in the Period of Refining My Qi.

[Mortal Flow] + [No System] + [Be Cautious] The misty rain of apricot blossoms buried the worldly fate; the loud noise in the mountains opened the path to immortality. Li Changqing's journey to immortality began with a farewell and was inherited from a legacy. He walks along the banks of time, watching spring pass and autumn come, and old friends disappear; he struggles on the immortal road, walking on thin ice, treading cautiously. When others cultivate immortality, they compete day and night for strength and grudges. What he strives for in cultivating immortality is that the years will last forever, and that my way will still remain after the vicissitudes of life. The pearl in the sea of ​​consciousness reflects all dharmas, but it cannot illuminate all the ghosts in the human heart; deducing the secrets of heaven cannot account for the cause and effect of the mortal world. He has his own way, neither quick nor slow, neither reserved nor contentious, but neither retreating nor giving in. This is the epic story of a person seeking immortality, who sees himself in the world of mortals, and sees eternal life in the time of heaven and earth.