Due to an accident, He Xiuyuan ends up in a world of cultivation. But here, immortals remain hidden from the world, and cultivators are lofty and elusive, vanishing without a trace.

In his pursuit of immortal traces and his quest for the Dao, He Xiuyuan encounters all manner of spirits, monsters, and ghosts—each begging him for a touch of enlightenment.

As time passes, and He Xiuyuan looks back, he realizes—he was the immortal all along.

Invincibility, naiveté, and cultivation all thanks to my idealism. Li Tianwei was born a protagonist, understanding gravity at the age of three. Unfortunately, Newton was born before me. While in kindergarten, he recruited twelve generals, aiming to conquer the Central Plains and unify the world, only to be beaten to the punch by Ying Zheng. It was a case of kings meeting kings. It wasn't until he traveled to the realm of immortal cultivation that Li Tianwei realized he was truly the protagonist, destined to dominate the world and dominate eternity. Unfortunately, he came with a crappy system that kept saying he had a fake spiritual root... How could I believe such talk? How could a mere system possibly understand my true nature? As a protagonist, how could I possibly have a natural spiritual root? Have you ever seen a fake spiritual root that's been cultivated for a hundred days? "You ask me how a natural spiritual root can have such a mixed five colors? Have you ever heard of a five-colored natural spiritual root? Look, I've achieved immortality!" After ascending to the immortal realm, Li Tianwei faced questions and waved his hand. The sky collapsed, the earth turned upside down, and time reversed...