Determined to Realize the Path to Immortality in This Mortal World

Ling Chen's spiritual roots were incomplete and he practiced hard as a reserve disciple of the Qingyun Sect for three years. He was stuck in the late stage of body tempering and was thrown into the service yard. Carrying water, chopping firewood, being stepped on. He thought this would be it for the rest of his life. At the bottom of Soul-Desolating Cliff, a withered skeleton had been waiting for him for 700,000 years. The jade talisman entered the body, and there was an extra seed in the heart. He thought this was the beginning of changing his destiny. The seeds did not germinate. The spiritual power didn't come. He is still at the peak of body tempering and still a handyman. "You lied to me," he said into the abyss. No one answered. In the mine, Miasan taught him how to identify mines: "You have a steady hand, you are not like a newcomer." Miasan stayed in this ghost place for seventeen years. Both the boss and the second died in the mine. He ran away once and broke a leg. He said: "When you go out, set up a monument for me." Daniel took the blame for stealing the mines for him, had his ribs broken, and was sent to the third floor. "You're smarter than me," he said as he was dragged away. "Get out alive." Qin Lie taught him how to use a knife: "The stronger the bones, the stronger the knife." There is no golden finger, no savior. He could only rely on himself, step by step, from the depths of the mine to the place with light. Later someone asked him: What kind of Tao do you practice? He said: Mortals also have roots. Immortals come from the mortal world. The root is broken, no matter how high it flies, it is still duckweed. In this world, some people are born on the top of the mountain, and some are born on the bottom of the valley. He didn't want to climb to the top of the mountain, he just wanted people at the bottom of the valley to see the sky.