Luo Hong stood before the mountain gate of Yellow Maple Valley. At that moment, he had no choice but to admit that he had transmigrated into the world of A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality.
He pushed up the glasses that were no longer there and declared with finality, "Like Han the Old Devil, I have a fourth-grade fake spirit root, but no little bottle. Looks like scientific cultivation is my only way forward!"
Why was there a bottleneck every four levels of the Qi Refining Stage?
How could one maximize the odds of establishing a foundation?
How many factors affected the speed of cultivation?
Just how fast could Han the Old Devil run?
When cultivation was an objective fact in this world, science was cultivation, and cultivation was science!
