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Cultivation Notes of a True Immortal

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.

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Chapter II: Imperial Wedding

I remember that I once hoped that I would meet a cultivator that had achieved the Dao of Love. In my early years, I had loved and lost. I was wary of the love that I have now. Situ Qing, Chen Suyin, so similar yet very different. All the while, I love them both the same for various reasons. 

I no longer find it difficult. And on my wedding day, as I walk through the capital, I see love in many different spectrums. I see the young, intense, brightly shining love of spring. Break of autumn and the savory, durable love of winter. 

I also see Handel, a 50-year-old man who spent a lonely life running his family's tavern because his soul mate is twenty years younger. Krishna, a young brown-haired girl that's a walking ray of sunlight. The two live happily together now.