He spent a century attaining Nascent Soul cultivation, hoping to look down upon all living things and defy fate.
An accident sent him plunging from the world of immortal cultivation into the bustling mortal realm.
There was no spiritual energy swirling around him, only the clamor of city streets;
no fellow disciples vying for supremacy, just the warmth and coldness of ordinary life.
Once a mighty cultivator who stood above all, he was forced to rein in his brilliance
and live an ordinary life all over again amid the everyday bustle of the mortal world.
His cultivation might be gone, but his state of mind remained. Even this mundane world could be a path of cultivation.
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