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

As the swirling torrent of blood clouds suddenly coalesced into a blood shadow snarling and pouncing, the spiritual energy all around instantly became turbulent and uncontrollable.


"Blood shadow incarnation? Or split soul?"


Chen Dengming's brows furrowed, with no other options, he rallied his spirit, bellowed loudly, urging his Daoist Script, mobilized the Dan Power inside his body, and through empty space, he punched out with all his might.


Linggang Qi Strength draped over the silver Daoist Script, forming a violently spinning spiral of Qi strength, stirring up the spiritual energy of the nature around, and brutally pounded on the blood shadow's incoming palms.


The blood shadow let out a bizarre shriek, as if being swept backward by a violent storm surge, its blood-red palms have been blasted open, turning into pools of blood.


"Good boy, what kind of power is this? Indeed, you have some tricks!"


180: The first person under the Golden Core? I say it's the first dead person_1