The Red Dust Dao Ancestor

This is an era in which cultivators are all but nonexistent. At eighteen, Zeng Zhixu was just an ordinary student studying computer science, hoping to become a professor one day. He had no master, no System, and no so-called spiritual qi revival. He had merely stumbled upon a discovery: the scattered fragments in ancient texts, long dismissed by the world as legends, did not all seem to be false. So he began experimenting on his own. Recording, verifying, disproving, then starting over. But he soon found that the path he was forging was increasingly unlike the cultivation methods recorded by the ancients. If people sought the Dao, they probably always had to give something up. But in this life, he was unwilling to give up anything. His family, friends, beloved, students, and this bustling world of mortals. After endless ages had passed, his name was known throughout the myriad heavens. All living beings called him the Red Dust Dao Ancestor.