Farewell, Flesh and Blood

In the real world, cultivators with even a little ability can travel back in time.

But I cannot.

Because I transmigrated here and became Taijia, a soulless machine.

I have no past in this place, like duckweed with no roots.

An eternal life cannot make up for even a single breath spent longing for my family.

To return to my wife and daughter, I kidnapped the Divine Mechanist's granddaughter and threatened him into helping me get home.

At the cost of damaging his own cultivation foundation, the Divine Mechanist came up with four words:

Return to one's homeland in death.

It meant that I could go back if I died.

I didn't believe him, but I had no other choice.

Eternal life was a curse to me. Rather than go on living day after day like this, I would risk everything,

just to reunite with my family.

I'm back.

My wife's constant nagging, my daughter's endless mischief, and the everyday chatter of family and friends all felt so familiar, so real.

This ordinary, troublesome life

made me feel at ease and grounded.

But the appearance of the Human Emperor's Mark meant I had to give up this peaceful life.

For my family,

I could only take the giant sword sealed away at the bottom of the chest

and face the challenges ahead.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.