Dugu Linglong knew all too well the harm her constitution could cause.
After graduating from university, she had severed her ties to the outside world without hesitation and retreated deep into Mount Zhongnan to cultivate in seclusion under her master.
She had had enough of those obsessive admirers who clung to her like flies.
Over the years, she had grown used to this carefree, secluded life.
Apart from occasional trips down the mountain to buy necessities, she spent nearly all her time in the meditation chamber.
There, she struggled to reach the elusive, almost mythical realm of the Land Immortal.
Her master had lived for more than two hundred years.
But even she could not withstand the passage of time. When her end came, she passed away in meditation on the mountain's far side.
Before her death, her master had told her plainly: without reaching the Land Immortal realm, one remained no more than an ant!
Only by truly entering that realm could a person take the first step beyond the limits of the human lifespan. Only then would countless possibilities open up.
Yet throughout history, how many extraordinary talents had there been? And how many had truly reached the pinnacle of martial arts and enjoyed five hundred years of life?
Even across the vast span of recorded history, such figures were vanishingly rare.
The last reliable account of a Land Immortal in the mortal world dated back to Zhang Sanfeng of the Ming dynasty.
Rumor held that he had lived for more than five hundred years, from the Southern Song all the way to the late Ming.
Whether he had ultimately ascended in broad daylight or passed away in meditation, the historical accounts were vague. Neither claim had ever been verified.
Dugu Linglong gave her small head a gentle