Lin Mo's Diary of Immortality Cultivation

The path to immortality is not about fighting and killing, the path to immortality is about living. My name is Lin Mo, and my qualifications are at the lowest level in the world of immortality. I never thought about changing my fate against fate, I just wanted to live like a weed in this world where people cannibalize people. My path to immortality has no adventures, only calculations. There is no inheritance, only struggle. In Qingxuanmen, I am the most inconspicuous handyman. The brothers were fighting for the elixir, and I was fighting for the leftovers after cleaning. They laughed at me for being cowardly, and I laughed at them for not being able to see through. Living is the biggest winner. I observed like a shadow, silently accumulating the first meager spiritual energy in an unnoticed corner. Later, the sect collapsed and I became a rootless duckweed. In the ghost market where casual cultivators gathered, I learned to bargain with half a spiritual stone, and exchanged poor talismans for trust. I have seen fellow Taoists drinking and chatting happily one second, and stabbing a broken magic weapon in the ruins the next. Here, silence is not a character, but a life-saving wisdom. Later, I was lucky enough to build a foundation, and finally got a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg in the world of immortality. Only then did he realize that the so-called prosperous age of immortality was nothing more than a larger and more cruel Colosseum. A single thought from Master Jin Dan can determine the life or death of thousands of ants like me. This diary does not record any magical secrets, but every forbearance, every decision, and every painful swing between morality and survival that a mortal makes in order to survive. They pray for immortality, I pray for immortality. They cultivate the way of heaven, and I cultivate my body. If you also want to read a story about calculation, tolerance and true growth, then please open my diary.