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

Orym arrived at his courtyard with a bright smile shortly after leaving the Secome Realtors. He displayed his burning youth by flirting with Situ Qing without shame and having a wonderful time for all to see. Fei Rong had long informed him that many parties were watching him. This display kept his Shadows with a low guard and a slight feeling of boredom.

Shadows were people who stalked and collected information. It was the occupation that mirrored Assassination and was wrongly identified as Assassins.

Still, Orym had yet to be overbearing, and his attitude was mild compared to other youths of the cultivation world he had met so far. However, he was a mystery. A strange youth shrouded in a mist, and only experts could faintly see traces of boundless potential swirling in that fog. He floated in on the southern winds and behaved as if he lived in Ashenlin City his entire life.

Shadows and Slum Rats