Setting Sail in Search of Immortals, and the Patriarch Is Still Young

Cultivation, great voyages, past and present collide, lighthearted Lu Jianchuan had practiced the cultivation technique for four years. At the crucial point, all that remained were two words: the rest is omitted. To find the missing chapters, he followed the trail left by an old relic and sailed into a long-lost ancient harbor. He didn't find the patriarch's ruins. He found the patriarch himself. Twenty-three years old, with robes washed pale from wear, and unwilling to accept even half a spirit stone less for drawing a single talisman. Lu Jianchuan respectfully asked him about the rest of the cultivation technique. The young patriarch looked through the old book he had brought, then fell silent for a moment. “I haven't written the rest yet.” “But could I borrow this book from you first?” From then on, Lu Jianchuan knew that beyond the sea fog, some places were still living in an age long past. The immortals of legend had yet to make a name for themselves, and the witches of history were still helping out at the apothecary. With half a cultivation manual and a small boat, he set out to meet those who had yet to become legends and search for a path to immortality of his own.