Wandering Man

【Pure Immortal Heroic Fantasy, infused with both immortal intent and gallant spirit, refining insights on human relationships, seeking immortality, more than thirty thousand reservations, averaging nine thousand】
Forever reminiscing rivers and lakes under silvery hair, desiring to return to the cosmos in a simple boat.
Peach and plum blossoms in the spring breeze, a cup of wine; rivers and lakes in the night rain, a lantern for ten years.
Chen Dengming stepped into the chaotic world of rivers and lakes, only reaching the Innate Realm in his twilight, but Innate Martial Arts wasn't the ultimate destination of his heart's rivers and lakes, it was to cultivate for longevity that marked the beginning of his dreams.
If practicing Kung Fu can prolong life, then cultivating the Dao can certainly point directly to immortality.
Practicing martial arts, refining Gu, cultivating Dao, seeking longevity... This is a story about an ordinary traveler stepping into rivers and lakes, into the World of True Cultivation, seeking the path to immortality one step at a time.
Read about cultivation in the twilight years, savor the vigorous life! Young reader, you truly understand cultivation!
...This book was formerly titled "Late Bloomer: My Immortal Life"!
(The author has previously completed a nearly five million word, eighty thousand high reservation three-star martial arts masterpiece, "Indestructible Mighty Fortress Leader," rest assured and enjoy)

In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path

Voices filled with obsession and evil echoed from the ancient, crude altar within the Repentance Cave of the Miaoyin Sect. Compared to the Repentance Cave that had been devoid of any sound before, it now seemed even more gloomy and terrifying.


A woman with an icy temperament sat cross-legged under the altar, apparently engaged in some mystical cultivation practice.


She was dressed in a long white dress, slender and tall. Her skin was paler than snow and her aloof demeanor drew people in involuntarily, as if she were a snow goddess from the far north.


On the large stone altar in front of her, numerous unknown symbols and mysterious patterns were illuminated, emitting an inscrutable aura that made the air around the altar flow slowly.


A row of candles set around the altar flickered, their feeble light reflecting off her body and casting a monstrous, demon-like shadow against the rock wall behind her.


169-170: Eight Hundred Lifetimes of the Centenarian Golden Core, How Many Springs and Autumns Have Passed in the World of Mortals_1