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

In the Slums Ashenlin City, an invisible force pressed down on the community drawing out sweat, grunts, wailing bones, and blood from its prisoner. After allowing the energy to tire its captives, the warden appeared. A tall, slender man with a hooked nose and waist-length hair appeared. The hooked nose man was dressed in a dusty, tattered suit and held a jagged sword. As he was about to speak his opening dialogue, the sudden of canter hooves snatch his attention.

"Oii! Shane! So, this is where you've been."  Orym called out as his horse cantered up to the scene.

The hooked nose man was astonished. An average horse easily withstood his pressure and approached as if all was right in the world. His mind was then broke when Orym lightly leaped off of the horse and floated down. Without shoes on, he hovered a few inches off the dirt ground clutter with all kinds of garbage he didn't care to identify.

I Can Be Domineering Too