Cultivating Immortality in My Twilight Years: From Humble Spirit Farmer to Ancestor of Life and Death

With the Daoist sect’s supreme treasure, the Chaos Blood Lotus, he cultivates three thousand Great Daos and becomes the first immortal in the Hongmeng Realm. “What? You say I’m near the end of my lifespan and don’t have much time left?” “Is it possible that I’m just a late bloomer?” Who would have thought that Fang Yuan, a diligent old farmer, would one day grow such beautiful peach blossoms? Thinking of this, Fang Yuan couldn’t help humming. As the saying goes: A deft hand parts a thousand acres of waves, a harvest song conceals a beauty in red. Ten directions’ flames forge the dragon’s bones, nine turns of mystical cultivation brave the frost of tribulation. A hoe becomes a celestial gate, a staff that knocks upon the stars; a beard trails purple qi, transforming into robes of rosy clouds. Turning back beneath the green hills, he finds spiritual roots covering the earth, each one a sacred ground for cultivation.