Grand_Magus

Everyone wants to be Immortal. But when one actually achieves that goal, everyone asks themselves the same question: 'What do I do now?'

Some have an answer in the beginning, and some don't. Eventually, those who hit the ground running, slow to a standstill. Those who started slow, eventually soar freely among the heavens. However, both types will come to a standstill many more times than once throughout their existence.

I, myself, contemplated for a while about my next venture. Ultimately, I wanted to write my memoirs and give my fellow immortals something to keep them entertained. As I thought of the past, I came up with the idea to write my cultivation notes. Real cultivation notes. Not on a single sword art or martial skill. Not about some Dao or occupation.

My name is Orym Vamoria. Orym in the Elvish tongue means 'Ten Thousand Skills.' I'm going to write about how I've mastered them all. During my first life, a great martial artist had a saying: "I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times."

Tell me, do you think he would fear a man who practiced ten thousand skills more than ten thousand times? Haa, I wonder...

Anyways, the journey began long before I was born on the Chaos Serpent Planet. My journey started on a planet destroyed eons ago --Earth.

Pay attention because even the smallest life detail can affect your cultivation.

Written in First Person Omniscient:
A rare form of the first person is the first person omniscient, in which the narrator is a character in the story, but also knows the thoughts and feelings of all the other characters. It can seem like third-person omniscient at times.

Cultivation Notes of a True Immortal

My wedding banquet was the stuff of legend. With the rationing order lifted, we ate and drank the best quality until we were drunk and full. The night was filled with dance, games, and sparring. It was a merry day without a shadow of a doubt.

I could see that my people enjoyed the reprieve from their usual strenuous day of training, hunting for resources, battling daemon beast, and rebels in the badlands.

When the night finally grew old, I heard a strong voice with a heavy slur. Then a raspy voice followed. These Chaos Serpent Planet children were made of different stuff, and they loved demented fairytales of earth. So, I acted as if I couldn't hear the drunken callings and continued with my twisted version of The Beauty and the Beast.

Suddenly I heard the cheering and chanting of hundreds as a strong hand came down on my shoulder.

Chapter III: Honeymoon Pt. I