He served as a menial worker for an immortal sect for thirty years. After being found to have a body with no affinity for spiritual energy, he went his entire life without practicing cultivation for a single day. At forty, the sect needed someone to seal the rift in the Cold Abyss. An elder promised him, "If you succeed, I'll take you on as my personal disciple." He was flooded with baleful energy in the formation's eye for seven days and seven nights. As he lay dying, he heard someone outside the formation say, "A menial worker. At least he died doing something useful." When he opened his eyes again, he was sixteen, with the same shoulder pole and dung buckets on his shoulders.
