The Right Hand of the God Who Cultivates Immortality for Mortals

The soul travels to another world, there is no system, no golden finger, I am a helper in the spiritual field who can't even eat enough. I dug up an ancient seal from the hoeing ground, and it turned into ivy and recognized its owner—my right hand. From now on, I can turn stones into gold and dead trees into spring. Used medicinal materials are as fresh as freshly picked ones when they come into my hands; people who are about to die can take a breath after I touch them. Just three times a day, nothing more. The spirit testing platform said that I have five spiritual roots and cannot become an immortal. I smiled and said nothing. After all - no one knows what is hidden in my right hand.