Cultivating Steadily: The Entire Immortal Realm Is My Home
Cultivating immortality is no easy feat, and the road to eternal life is long and arduous. After transmigrating into the world of cultivation, Shen Lian began his journey with caution, aided by a panel that allowed him to perceive hidden truths. To avoid calamity and death, he concealed himself whenever possible, fled when necessary, kept his trump cards secret, mastered escape techniques, cultivated avatars, and operated from behind the scenes. He adapted both to the will of heaven and honed his avatars through countless trials. When danger arose, he sent out his avatar; when peace reigned, his true self remained in seclusion. Borrowing the names of fellow cultivators, he roamed the realms of immortals and spirits, striving to transcend the Three Realms and free himself from the Five Elements. By severing the mortal ties of the flesh and becoming immortal, he established his home across many domains.
Cultivating Steadily: The Entire Immortal Realm Is My Home
Wastelands, south of the Chu Kingdom.
Yunmeng Marketplace.
Shen Lian dragged his exhausted body, forcing himself to stay alert as he rushed into the bazaar.
Hoo—
Seeing the buildings flanking the street, he let out a long breath. A thick, black vapor surged from his mouth like an ancient demon’s exhale, leaving his face even paler.
Around him, a dozen or so scattered figures also looked up.
They opened their mouths.
They spat out black rings.
“No matter. We've survived another day—that’s already impressive.”
Breathing heavily, Shen Lian almost wished he could cough up his very lungs. If one didn’t expel the miasma from the wild mountains, it was only a matter of time before it claimed their life.
Suddenly, one among them coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The other cultivators, still exhaling black vapor, immediately lunged at the bleeding person.
Shen Lian turned and ran deeper into the marketplace, wanting no part of that chaos.
Moments later, after a brief struggle, the corpse was stripped bare, tossed aside like an old shrimp.
...
“That’s the thirtieth... cough, cough... thirty-third unlucky soul this month.”
“This can’t go on. I have to move—leave Yunmeng Marketplace!”
“Soaked in miasma day after day—if you aren’t killed by someone, you’ll be poisoned to death eventually.”
Coughs racked his chest, pain stabbing through his lungs, draining the last color from his face.
Soaking in this poisonous air all the time, even a third-level Qi refinement cultivat
