Mortal Cultivation: No Hope for My Unfilial Son, I'll Cultivate Myself

Have you ever experienced such a nightmare? To pay off his debts, my unfilial son went so far as to sell his own younger sister to an evil cultivation sect hunting for young maiden seed candidates—while I lay paralyzed in bed, utterly powerless to stop him. My name is Zhou Fan. I am an ordinary hunter who transmigrated into this world of immortal cultivation fifty-five years ago. Three years ago, desperate to raise enough money to send my son to an immortal sect, I risked my life scaling a sheer cliff to retrieve a bead glowing with dark light. In the end, the bead bored into my right eye, and I slipped and fell from the cliff, leaving me paralyzed for life. Never could I have imagined that the very artifact responsible for my tragedy would also become the key unlocking the gates to immortal enlightenment. Yet at my age, I no longer care for longevity or standing atop the pinnacle of the world. I only want to rescue my daughter... so our family can be reunited in peace and safety.