Black Jade Kaixian

The heaven and earth are vast, with vast territories and boundless territories. Everyone in the world says that mortal ants live less than a hundred years, trapped in trivial matters in the mortal world, bound by birth, old age, illness and death. Only those who are cultivators of immortality can breathe in spiritual energy, temper their bodies, practice the great path, break free from the shackles of life and death, live long, travel in the blue clouds, and overlook the mountains and rivers. This world is called the Xuanling Realm, with vast spiritual energy and numerous sects. The righteous immortal sects guard the mountains and rivers, the evil cultivators hide in the darkness, the monsters and beasts occupy dangerous places, and thousands of practitioners strive to cross the path of immortality, just to change their destiny against the heavens and transcend the mortal world. The journey of cultivating immortals is strictly hierarchical and proceeds step by step: Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, spirit transformation, void refining, body integration, Mahayana, and transcending tribulations. Nine levels of realm, nine levels of heaven and earth. How many geniuses and geniuses have been trapped in building foundations for their entire lives; how many peerless evildoers have failed on the golden elixir path; countless practitioners have spent thousands of years, but in the end they cannot escape the end of the path and fall into a pile of loess. The road to immortality is bright but full of thorns every step of the way. It seems that immortality is expected, but in fact thousands of people are fighting to cross it, and corpses are paving the way. In the eastern region of Xuanling Realm, the Qingcang Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, with towering mountains and shrouded clouds and mist. On the periphery of the mountains, there are countless mortal villages. The villages are built on the mountains. The people are simple and simple. They have been farming and weaving for generations, and few are aware of the immortals and demons outside the mountains. In the eyes of these mortals, immortals are legends, miracles, and unattainable illusions. No one knows that the countless legends that have shaken the heaven and earth all started out as muddy mortals and ants. All the great glory originates from the dust and bones.