Mortal's Ascension to Immortality

Chen Mo, a handyman in the Qingyun Sect's outer sect, was framed for stealing a secret book because of a fragment of a scroll. He was framed by his fellow sect members and silenced by a killer. He woke up among the dead in a ruined temple on a rainy night. He was seriously injured, his meridians were severed, and he was supposed to be dead. However, the disappeared ancient book blended into his flesh and blood, turning into a hot and unfamiliar force, quietly awakening in his dying body. He didn't know where this technique came from, nor why he, a useless person with mediocre qualifications, was chosen. He only knew that from this moment on, the bullied Chen Mo was dead. The bronze medal of the Blood Demon Sect was hidden in his arms, and the pursuit of the Qingyun Sect followed him like a shadow. Even the inner disciples personally took action to contain him. He could not return to his sect to prove his innocence, nor could he stop to take a breath for survival. He could only use the rain and mist in the mountains and the faint light in his body to find a way out of the desperate situation step by step. There is no heaven-defying spiritual root, no guidance from the old man, and no addition of the system. All he has is a body crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a heart colder than a sword, and an ancient rhythm engraved deep in his soul that even he has not yet understood. This is not a story about the rise of a genius, but a record of the struggle of a mortal who stepped on the edge of a knife and lies, and used the most clumsy and cruel way to inquire about the path to immortality. The road to immortality is elusive. For mortals, reaching immortality is never a matter of chance given by God. Instead, it is based on fate and lives toward death.