Knocking on the Heavenly Gate

Knocked for a hundred thousand years, the door never opened. He changed his approach—he tore the door down. At the bottom of the Northern Wasteland's black mines, a youth deemed a "crippled body" picked up a fragment of a cultivation method. On it was only one sentence: "Spiritual roots are a path, not a door." He used his flesh to withstand spiritual energy, enduring pain until he fainted, then woke and endured again. His close friend was beaten to death by a supervisor in public, and an elder died to cover his escape. Carrying the obsession of two lives, he fled the mine and stepped into the marketplace, sects, and immortal cities—each layer a cage, each layer with someone telling him: accept your fate. But he discovered a secret: the so-called gate to heaven was never an immortal path, but a reincarnation screening machine. For a hundred thousand years, countless prodigies knocked on the door, martyred themselves, and turned to ash, all becoming fuel for the heavenly dao. Behind the door were no immortals or gods, only the first generation door-knocker trapped for a hundred thousand years, waiting for someone who dared to tear the door down. He stripped his dao bone and fused ten thousand thoughts. Shi San's obsession, Old Cripple's protection, Steward Sun's regret, the ancient remnant soul of the nameless old man, the unwillingness of countless rogue cultivators—everyone's will became the final nail to pierce through the ancient heavenly gate. The heavenly gate collapsed, reincarnation shattered. The shackles of birth, spiritual roots, and talent all disintegrated, and all beings could equally comprehend the dao. He shed his immortal body and returned to being a mortal, standing atop the ruins. He did not seek to ascend and be deified, but only to be the one who opens the door. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Knocking on the Heavenly Gate — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠