Mortal Immortal Tribulation

When Chen Shi opened his eyes in Heishan Col, he only thought about one thing: whether tomorrow's wild vegetables would be enough for Yaomei to have a full meal. When he climbed onto the creaking donkey cart with two wild chestnuts in his hands, his biggest dream was to earn two cents of silver per month and the white-flour steamed buns that the county could provide. He doesn't understand what immortality is and what Tao is. He only knows that the food of Qingmu Escort Bureau must be paid for with sweat, blood, and cleverness that is always one step slower than others. From an ant-like handyman at the foot of Caixia Mountain to a gangster struggling to survive in the bloody battles in Jingzhou, he walked step by step like walking on thin ice. Others practice martial arts to become famous, he does it to survive; others seize treasures to gain immortality, but he does it to have a good meal. Until that day, in the desperate situation of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, he picked up half a rusty bronze fragment. No one knew that it was the only Tao seed left behind by the ancient war between immortals and demons. The fairy gate is wide open, the geniuses are everywhere, and the magic weapons are everywhere. But he just clenched the hatchet and the copper piece in his hand, and looked up at the distant nine heavens. "What you ask for is eternal life and freedom. What I ask for is just... To live with dignity."