Reborn as a spider, I woke up in the deepest part of a cave.
All around me were thousands of siblings waiting to eat me.
No cultivation techniques, no inherited legacy, just the instinct I was born with: devour.
Eat my own kind, eat beetles, eat anything edible.
I evolved with every molt and grew stronger with every hunt.
From the depths of a cave, to the jungle aboveground, then into the hands of human cultivators...
Until the day thunderclouds gathered overhead.
The tribulation to take human form struck down. My spider body shed away, and a human hand reached out from the scorched earth.
Who says a spider can't cultivate immortality?
