[Not a power fantasy, lighthearted daily life, mentoring disciples, romance]
I transmigrated.
In the ninety-ninth year of my reign as the world's strongest and leader of the righteous path, I prepared to ascend to immortality.
The day I faced the lightning tribulation, the spectacle was immense, and everyone looked on in awe.
At the moment the thunderclouds gathered overhead, I heard a voice claiming to be the Heavenly Dao.
It wanted me to kill someone.
Only later did I understand: I hadn't transmigrated, I'd transmigrated into a book, two hundred years before the story began.
It wanted me to kill the protagonist.
I heard that and thought, You're just making things up as you go!
You say you're the Heavenly Dao, so that makes it true? You say that person is a menace, so that makes it true? You...
And then the Heavenly Dao's lightning tribulation nearly struck me dead.
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The main story is told in third person.
My take on cultivating immortality.
