The cicada knows not the seasons, and the mayfly cannot tell the difference between dawn and dusk.

Upon waking up, Fu Shaoguang is reborn as a short-lived insect: a mayfly. He strives to cultivate his health, prolong his life, and start from the bottom to fight his way up.

Goji berry, white fungus, and lotus seed tea; black ginseng, deer antler, and snow clam.

Seeking life in the Thousand Fragrances Ointment, continuing vitality in the art of a hundred herbs.

Thunder arises from the fingertips, revealing three thousand worldly affairs.

Wings gleam, witnessing the passing years like a nine-inch arrow.

Descend to the netherworld and see that the spirits of the underworld gods are immortal.

Upon ascending to the Heavenly Court, the physical body of the Sun God was found to endure.

They borrow life from heaven and earth, and seek longevity in spring and autumn.

Unbeknownst to him, he became the longest-living creature in the world, overlooking the years and holding the reins of time.

Many years later, looking back, Fu Shaoguang said with emotion: "At first, I didn't ask for much, I just wanted to live a little longer."

Half a life spent in ignorance and naivety, the other half in steady pursuit of truth.

Xuan Ming lived fifty-five muddled years in a foreign world, unaware of his past or purpose. But one day, he awakened—his memories of past and present lives converging. For five years, he secluded himself in the Sutra Library, studying ancient scriptures. Then, in the year of the Jiazi Cycle, when all things renew, he finally transformed—a late bloomer, but destined for greatness.

With the Daoist scripture Huangting Jing as his foundation, he delved into the vast Daoist Canon, seeking enlightenment through diligent study and steadfast cultivation:

After reading 300 scrolls, he grasped the Primordial Foundation Technique.

After 600 scrolls, he comprehended the True Art of Five Thunders.

After 900 scrolls, he mastered the Celestial Spirit-Nurturing Method.

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Observing the movements of the stars, he created the Heavenly Star Formation.

Gazing into the depths of the underworld, he forged the Nine Netherworld Domain.

In his moments of leisure, he watched the flowers bloom and wither before his courtyard, saw the clouds drift and shift across the sky—nurturing his mind and spirit, pursuing inner peace and absolute freedom.

"One who seeks solace beyond the mortal world is not one who polishes mirrors in the dust of society."

Xuan Ming shunned trouble, dedicating himself solely to the Dao.

As for those who obstructed his path and clouded his thoughts—he simply stroked the peachwood sword in his hand and smiled in silence.