Gu Zhou Asked About the Practice of Cultivating Immortality with Dust Bones

He is just the humblest apprentice in Zhouwu. He has blisters on his shoulders all year round, just for a mouthful of food. He has no spiritual talent, no high-level teachers, and only a heart struggling to survive in the mud. On a rainy night, a strange light rises from the sea; in a shabby cloth bag, there is a stone that no one cares about, but it seems to be breathing. From then on, he moved forward step by step amid undercurrents and calculations: ——Sometimes, for the sake of a sip of elixir, I swallow my anger; ——Sometimes risking one's life for a chance; ——More often, he can only rely on caution and calculation to survive in a world full of strong people. The road to immortality is long, and the road to immortality is like the sea. If God has no mercy on mortals, he will use his mortal bones and flesh to survive against fate.