From Gravel Fist to a Sainthood of the Flesh

This is a tainted world, where immortals keep mortals like livestock. Common folk are food, while martial artists are beasts of burden. A hundred years of life for the countless masses is no more than a wisp of smoke rising from an immortal sect's altar. Lu Chen awoke amid this filth, faint with hunger. Before him was only a single fate: [Heaven's Edict] [By Heaven's command, every deed shall bear fruit. Your efforts are the will of Heaven.] [Name: Lu Chen] [Martial Art: Stone-Shattering Fist (Not Yet Initiated 0/100)] [Realm: Mortal] [Status: Hungry (Qi and blood depleted)] So while others were still fretting over a fragmentary fist manual, he had already deduced it to perfection. While scions of noble clans relied on pills to temper their bodies, he had forged an indestructible physique with the most basic stance training. Using blood and bone as his ladder, he would break free of this filthy mire. At last, standing before the immortal gate, high beyond reach, and facing the immortals' decree that “mortals may never attain eternal life,” Lu Chen simply raised his fist, slowly. All along the way, he had sought the answer to one question: Can I attain eternal life?