I transmigrated to the world of immortal cultivation and became an outer-sect disciple with mediocre aptitude.
I thought it was the beginning of defying fate, but soon discovered that there was “someone else” inside my body.
He was calm and powerful. He could even take control of my body whenever I lost consciousness, fighting my enemies, cultivating, and even killing people for me.
Stranger still, some people in the sect seemed to “know him,” even though they had never met me.
As my cultivation improved, I grew more dependent on his power, but also more afraid of losing myself. Then one day, in a forbidden place, I found a fragment of a memory. It wasn't “his” past, but a memory from the life of the body's true owner.
That was when I finally understood:
I thought I was the transmigrator, the protagonist.
But the truth was
👉 I was the intruder.
And he had been waiting for his chance all along
to erase “me” completely.
