A Hundred Lifetimes on the Path to Immortality

In his first life, he had no spiritual root and was turned away by the path to immortality, spending more than fifty years as an ordinary man. In his second life, he had a low-grade spiritual root and became a menial disciple in an immortal sect. He spent his entire life unable to glimpse the threshold of Foundation Establishment, living for more than a hundred years. In his third life, he had a mid-grade spiritual root and fortune on his side. He had the makings of a dragon or phoenix, only to be killed by a coalition of prodigies in the prime of his life. In his fourth life, he carved out an immortal path through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. In his tenth life, he reached the peak of his world. In his fiftieth life, he had watched the world change beyond recognition. Dynasties rose and fell, new faces came and old friends went, and in the end all were but a handful of earth. Rather than fight others to the death, he decided to live among ordinary people and lose himself in the mountains and rivers. In his hundredth life, when Shen Qing set foot on the path to immortality once more, the sect that had once flourished was now a desolate ruin, and the prodigies of old had long since become legends. No one knew how many times this seemingly inexperienced young man had faced death. The prodigies cried, “Foundation Establishment in a single breath, Golden Core by morning and Nascent Soul by night, and he attained the Dao and became an emperor in just three days. What kind of monster is he?” The Human Emperor exclaimed, “Heaven blesses our people! At last, someone has completed the immortal path that lay dormant for countless ages!” A reclusive ancestor demanded, “Those legendary cultivation techniques I heard about in my youth, where did you learn them?!” Shen Qing smiled calmly. “It's nothing. I've simply traveled a little farther than you have.”