Cultivating Immortality Across Two Worlds, Starting in a Low-Martial Realm

Some rely on talent to crush their rivals; others dominate through family connections. Han Ming transmigrated with nothing. After scraping by for thirty years, he was about to be swept aside by the younger generation and forced into an ordinary life, so he decided to gamble on a secret art he had stumbled upon. Sacrifice years of his life to gain the favor of an unseen power, and perhaps improve his aptitude. The first time, he gained nothing and lost three years of his life for no reason. The second time, he lost fifty years but gained a world in the palm of his hand. Qi-and-blood martial arts, demon flesh, a path of my own. In the cultivation world, I'm just a minor Qi-refining cultivator, a spirit-farming tenant in a market town. But in the world in my palm, I'm a master of ten thousand arts, a martial sage above all. Years later. “Am I strong? I traded my life for this!” I roam the cosmos and descend upon countless worlds. Even the cultivation world is no more than a world in the palm of my hand!