The First Among Ten Thousand Paths

The scraps from his meals are fought over by the myriad realms as heavenly treasures. The broken sword he snaps by accident is hailed as a divine weapon. He merely lets out a careless fart on Mount Buzhou, and a group of Immortal Venerables gather to nourish the life of an entire region with it. His cultivation has gone so smoothly that he has never experienced a bottleneck or hardship. So lonely, he scatters his cultivation this time and descends into the mortal world, hoping to live as an ordinary cultivator. But why is that so hard?! Why are you all cultivating so slowly?! Constantly holding back my breakthroughs is exhausting!