Forget to wear a vest

Having crossed into the Immortal Cultivation World and finding himself at the very bottom, struggling to survive, Xu Yang discovered he possessed a special golden finger. As long as he persisted in any single activity, he could gain the power to transform the decayed into the miraculous.
Eating: Stabilize the Foundation and Cultivate Essence, strengthen the body, extend lifespan…
Sleeping: Nourish and accumulate energy, be as vigorous as a dragon or a tiger, Eternal Youth…
Breathing: Turtle breathing technique, a tide of vitality, Qi Moves Mountains and Rivers…
Walking: Travel a thousand miles in a day, shrink the land beneath you, rival mountains in your speed…
No matter if it was the common myriad activities or the Hundred Arts of Cultivation, as long as one was persistent, they could reach the pinnacle of refinement.
With this, Xu Yang evolved from a humble fisherman into the strongest ever known, revered as the Ten Mile Sword God!

Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

A loud announcement echoed throughout the venue, silencing the discussions among the attendees.


Everyone stood up, daring not to speak further, even communication through divine senses ceased at that moment, each person focusing solemnly and waiting for the arrival.


It was no wonder everyone was so cautious; today's event was no ordinary banquet, with their very lives and fortunes at stake. Any hint of disrespect could cost them not only their wealth but also their lives.


The crowd waited in silence and soon saw a figure approaching on clouds of fire, landing at the main seat.


It was a middle-aged man, his hair and beard unkempt, crimson as fire, his brows hinting at malevolence, exuding an undeniable aura of despotism.


It was none other than the newly advanced Mahayana of the Southern Sea—Old Ghost Chi Yan!


"How have I, an old man, deserved such honor that friends from all directions come to celebrate? I am truly ashamed, truly ashamed!"


Chapter 502: Conclusion