In the inaccessible mountains in the southeast of Daxia, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple. In front of the Taoist temple, a white-haired old man sits cross-legged. Opposite the old man stands a young man in black with a decadent face and melancholy eyes. Lin Feng, ten years have passed, you can go down the mountain. The old man said. Want to beat me again? Lin Feng responded coldly. The old man was silent for a moment. Dear book friends, if you think 'The Novel of Ten Years of Cultivation to Immortality' is not bad, please don't forget to send your QQ Recommended by friends in the group and Weibo!