[Mortals are bloody, passionate, not brainless, and decisive in killing]
I was eighteen years old and my ambitions were as high as the sky.
Chen Changshou, who had just passed through the world of cultivation, felt that as long as he stepped into the immortal gate, he would become an immortal and become an ancestor.
As a result, reality stepped on his feet first, and then slapped him back into the mud pit.
It wasn't until he was over 100 years old that his spiritual roots were detected and he was expected to join the Immortal Sect.
Chen Changshou had two choices before him: stay and die, or break into the path of cultivating immortality with a hundred-year-old body and fight to the death.
As time goes by, my heart is still full of energy.
That day, on the Qingyuan Sect's handyman peak, an old handyman came tremblingly.
Ps: The introduction is weak, please move to the main text.
