I Gave up on Ascension and Chose to Refine the Stars.

When Ning Zhe was eighteen years old, he met the legendary immortal for the first time. They massacred his village and marched the living into dark mines. From that day on, Ning Zhe understood that the so-called difference between immortals and mortals was that the strong could decide at will how the weak lived and when they died. After two years of working as a mining slave, he dug out a black pot with ferocious animal heads carved on both sides deep in the mine. This pot can swallow starlight, condense star liquid, and temper the physical body. With the qualifications of the four spiritual roots, no one can guide you, and you have nothing to gain. Ning Zhe could only start from the lowest level of skills, accumulate spiritual stones one by one, and test each piece of information one by one. When others are competing for opportunities, he first calculates his retreat; when others are driven to death by hatred, he would rather wait ten more years than leave life and death to a momentary whim. He is cautious, but not cold-blooded. You can reach out if you are within your ability; the price will be death, and never show off your strength. Because he knows better than anyone else that living is not for the sake of compromise, but for the day when no one can decide his destiny for him. From the wilderness of the Wei Kingdom to the turmoil of the Five Kingdoms, from the sect fighting to crossing the sea of ​​​​stars, Ning Zhe walked out of the mine step by step, and also saw the anomalies deep in the starry sky step by step. The ancient defense line is bleeding all year round, and strange forces are eroding the world, and all monks face the same choice - ascend and leave, bow to the strong, or stay in a war with no chance of winning. Does that will really want nothing more?