Frost on Dust

There is always more than one way to ascend in this world. In the Xuanhuang Realm, mortals account for 90%. They farm, do business, and go to market. There are not many immortal cultivators, but they are always coming and going overhead. Ling Chenzi was born in a peasant family. He had a spirit test at the age of three. His qualifications were mediocre and no sect was willing to accept him. When he grew up, he set up a fortune-telling stall in the market and copied books for others. Later, he helped in an inn in a small town, boiling sugar, chopping firewood, and feeding chickens. The days are like syrup in a pot, boiling slowly. Until he picked up a piece of copper engraved with evil patterns. A case of missing teenager slowly brought out a group of evil cultivators hiding in the mountains. Ling Chenzi originally just wanted to protect the people around him and find a way home for a few children. But the deeper you go, the more you find that this seemingly peaceful land has been quietly covered by a larger net. He cut off his hair, made elixirs, and broke through realms. In the dark fire of the junkyard, he felt for the first time something in his body cracked slightly. "The so-called banishment of immortals is just the beginning."