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

Sometime later, we arrived at Sadie's Lounge. It was a quaint little place with a good ambiance and the aroma of flavorful food that caused one's mouth to water without even seeing the dish.

Then a new scent wafted across my nose, but Shane spoke my thoughts.

"Orym, we haven't had weed in a few years," said Shane.

"You mean the Soul Caressing Kush?" asked Praxis.

"No way, even the name is better than what he had." Shane became excited, sniffing the air with vigor.

During our four years of training, I managed to find the herb most similar to marijuana on the Chaos Serpent Planet. One night Shane found me enjoying a bowl and became an instant fan.

I tried to regrow the herb but failed every time. It's actually one of my biggest failures in life. As well as one of the biggest mysteries to me. Why couldn't I manage to grow such a simple plant?

Chapter XIV: Praxis Nom