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

"Really thinking oneself as the Ancestor of Longevity."


Chen Dengming laughed at himself, regained his mood, and walked towards the cave. His nose had already picked up the aroma of spiritual vegetables and rice as well as a familiar scent of spiritual fish soup wafting from within the cave.


Upon smelling this familiar and rich fish soup, Chen Dengming was moved and couldn't help but think back to his humble beginnings during his gatherings in the Southern Region.


Back then, the fish soup was made with few ingredients, preserving the purest flavor of the fish itself. The slices of fish were delicate and smooth, retaining their original taste.


Now the taste of the fish soup has changed.


Chen Dengming walked with his hands behind his back, frowning in thought, questioning himself once again.


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