Cultivo de Imortalidade: Começando por Caçar o Grande Imperador
Há dezenas de milhares de anos, o céu e a terra mergulharam em trevas infinitas. O inverno rigoroso desceu, congelando milhares de léguas; aves e feras foram dizimadas, restando menos de uma em dez; c
Vastness Sect, behind the Pill Peak.
Beside the cesspit, a young man dressed in the garb of a menial laborer knelt on both knees. In his hands, he cradled a jade slip, dripping with filth, and appeared half-mad—one moment wailing in despair, the next laughing wildly to the heavens.
He muttered, “Six months… I’ve been shoveling dung here for half a year! At last, I’ve made it through! Heaven has shown me mercy! Oh, thank the heavens!”
Once his excitement faded, Wan Yi hurried to the well, drawing clear water to wash the filth from the jade slip. As the grime rinsed away, three words emerged: “Emperor-Slaying Art.”
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Wan Yi, in his previous life, had been an explosives specialist in a special forces unit. During a bomb disposal mission, a teammate’s error detonated a block of C4.
After the explosion, he assumed death was certain. Yet when he opened his eyes again, he found himself transmigrated into a world where immortals could be cultivated.
The body he now occupied had also been called Wan Yi, a menial disciple of the Vastness Sect.
The original owner had abysmal talent for cultivation, and his dull, awkward nature left him ostracized by his peers. In the end, an elder from the Internal Affairs Hall relegated him to the filthiest task on Pill Peak: collecting dung.
In this world, once cultivators reached the Foundation Establishment stage, they could subsist on fasting pills and needed no longer answer nature’s call. But for the outer disciples still at the Qi Refining stage, life was no different from that of ordi