[Traditional fantasy + mortal flow + no system]

When my father was dying, he told me to live well, but I didn’t know how to live in the darkness with no light at the end of the tunnel.

In this vast world, in the howling cold wind, only that small house with air leaks everywhere can bring me a rare warmth when night falls.

The beatings and scoldings from the landlord's wife, the cruelty of the landlord, and the murderous intent in the eldest young master's eyes, all told me that if I didn't leave here, I would die without a burial place.

Ants in the dark also have the right to look up at the stars.

It is better to burn to your heart's content than to die in despair.

If there is injustice in the world, it is better to ask the sky with a sword. The sword may not ring, but if it rings, it will shock people...

{Mortals are immortals, no system,}

Parents disappeared and the village was massacred. Fortunately for the young man, the Immortal Sect accepted him into the mountain gate. Unfortunately, his useless spiritual roots were despised by others, and even the master who accepted him was laughed at. The master gave him a broken book, but told him that it was an ancient secret scroll. It's a pity that he suffered a lot of humiliation when his reputation as a waste came out. When he returned home by chance, he discovered that the stone jar he had picked up when he was a child had a special effect. This started a different life for him. (If you are tired of seeing cruel killings, selfishness, and vengeful characters, you might as well take a look at another kind of immortal cultivator. This book contains both love and hatred, and the characters are full of flesh and blood...}