Every cultivator dreams of immortality.
Only Aren Yu achieved it by accident—when he failed his Foundation Ritual and bled out in a forgotten tomb… only to awaken the next morning, alive.
He didn’t become immortal.
He became un-killable.
No advancement. No spirit core. No qi senses. No techniques.
Just pain. And the inability to die.
Now, centuries later, still weak, still hunted, still wandering, Aren walks the war-torn empires as a ghost man—unaging, unhealing, always remembering. Every sect, kingdom, and divine being sees him as a blasphemy.
But Aren’s curse has a purpose.
Every time he dies, he glimpses the truth behind the heavenly path.
And maybe… just maybe… immortality was never a blessing.
Maybe it was a prison.
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