Refining Immortals with a Broken Cauldron

To immortals, ordinary people are no more than blades of grass, and rogue cultivators are like ants.

Chen Fan crawls out of a pile of corpses in Blackstone City's slums. He has no heaven-defying spiritual roots and no wise old mentor, only a broken cauldron covered in verdigris.

What others see as worthless scraps, poisonous weeds, and broken pieces of metal are all supreme treasures that can defy fate in his hands.

The road to immortality is long, and the Great Dao is merciless.

If there is no ladder reaching the heavens, then I'll use this scrap and rusted iron to smash open a path to eternal life!