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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 VI: Ashenlin City

After the Conclave, days passed, and the presence of the Night Empire slowly vanished. The Primrose Clan was the first to disappear, followed by the Situ Clan and Macha Family. The Black Iornbolt Clan then disappeared with much of the legion and their families. 

Finally, on that fateful day, The Vamoria Clan and the remaining Legionnaires entered the Lunar Temple. Of course, citizens worried and rushed the palace doors, and this was a given, so I had them sealed with an inscription.

"The palace is sealed. Now how do we get out?" Shane asked.

The Lunar Temple shrank in seconds, appearing to be a small trinket that I put on a roped and placed around my neck.

"Under and out," I replied.

Shane and those present looked a bit confused. With the many marvelous things they've experienced and power gained, they overthought things as simple as an escape tunnel.

"We didn't build the palace. We stole it," I added.