Cultivating Immortality at a Hundred: Don't Look Down on a Poor Old Man!

A hundred-year-old general, whose achievements threatened the throne. At a New Year’s Eve banquet, the emperor and his own handpicked disciple conspired to frame him for molesting a princess. Branded with an injustice he could never clear, he was about to spill his blood in the palace!

At the brink of death, an immortal descended and discovered that he possessed the one-in-all-ages Innate Dao Body!

Yet the path to immortality was merciless.

With a dismissive remark, “You’re over a hundred, and your vital energy is withered,” they cast this peerless jade into an abandoned medicinal garden, leaving him to fend for himself and turning him into a laughingstock among the immortal sects.

Everyone under heaven wanted him dead.

On the verge of death, he dug an ancient, oddly shaped pill furnace, its surface mottled with rust, out of the barren earth.

To his astonishment, the furnace possessed power that defied the heavens!

[Rainwater in the furnace turns into nectar, restoring withered meridians!]

[Ordinary herbs in the furnace become immortal medicines that prolong life and restore youth and vigor!]

[Even discarded pills can be refined into supreme divine elixirs, defying fate itself!]

Once a pillar of the empire, now a useless reject of the immortal sects, he quietly cultivated and built his foundation in a forgotten corner.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Never look down on an old man just because he’s fallen on hard times!

When this old man returns to his peak, every immortal, god, demon, and monster will learn what it means to grow stronger with age: a hundred-year-old man can slay gods!