In the shadowed halls of the ancient Shaolin Temple, deep within the misty mountains of the East, one name echoed through generations—Bodhidharma.
He was no ordinary monk. With eyes like still water and hands that could shatter stone, Bodhidharma was the living embodiment of discipline, will, and an undying pursuit of cultivation. He mastered every martial art known in the realm. Fists that could part rivers. Kicks that shattered the bones of demons. Palm strikes that could crush steel.
But it was not just the martial he sought—it was the spiritual. For decades, he meditated under waterfalls, fasted in the snow-covered peaks, and cultivated Qi that resonated like thunder within his soul. He stood at the brink of immortality—True Immortal Ascension.
And yet... he fell.
His brothers in cultivation, drunk on envy and blinded by greed, laced his final elixir with a poison that no alchemist could cure. As he meditated beneath the crimson moon, his veins froze, his breath slowed, and his heart—once roaring like a dragon—turned silent.
They thought they killed him. They thought they had won.
But legends… don't die. They reincarnate.
A New World, A New Name
In another world, not ruled by sects and scrolls, but by portals and chaos, a boy named Rishabh lay unconscious beneath a shattered sky.
This world was strange—broken continents floated in the air, storms crackled with mana, and monstrous beings poured endlessly from glowing, unstable rifts. Here, survival was not a way of life. It was war.
Rishabh's body trembled. His eyes shot open—an impossible golden glow flickered inside them. The air around him twisted.
"System initializing..."
"Welcome, Host, to the Ultimate Immortal Cultivator System."
"AFK Qi Farming: Enabled."
"AFK EP (Experience Points) Farming: Enabled."
"Congratulations. You are now the sole inheritor of the True Path."
The memories rushed in like a storm.
He was Bodhidharma. He remembered. The betrayal. The pain. The years of cultivation.
And now, a second chance.
But this world was nothing like the one he came from. Swords were replaced with rifles. Monsters wore armor made of void crystals. Cultivation was unheard of—people relied on mechanical exosuits, magic scrolls, and genetically enhanced implants.
But none of it mattered.
He had something no one else did.
Power That Never Sleeps
While others trained, Rishabh meditated. And while he meditated—his Qi rose on its own.
+300 Qi/sec
+150 EP/sec
Passive Skills Acquired: [Iron Body: Beginner] [Lightning Palm: Master] [Void Step: Unknown Rank]
He smiled. Even breathing granted him strength.
And so he walked—barefoot, calm—into a world that didn't know what true power was.
Portals trembled. Monsters shrieked. Hunters and elites mocked the barefoot wanderer.
But one by one, they'd learn:
You don't kill a legend.
You only delay his rise.