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

About a dozen days later, it was the season of continuous spring rain. Each mountaintop of the Longevity Sect was shrouded in mist that resembled wisps of smoke. Shadowy and faint, it was as beautiful and soft as an ink wash painting, creating an atmosphere of peace that was reminiscent of a southern water town.


Suddenly, an oppressive golden halo filled with immense pressure tore through the wispy mist and shot through the air at an incredible speed.


This force ripped a hole in the trail of mist, seemingly dividing the curtain of rain completely.


In a nearby forest, a demonic beast that was hunting was suddenly startled. It collapsed to the ground, its limbs going limp, and it issued mournful cries.


Even the prey it was chasing had stopped running, lying there trembling in fear.


A surge of overwhelmingly oppressive aura rapidly approached from afar.


231~232: 1800 Lifetimes, New Skill, White Hairs Settling Accounts_1