Records of Mortal Life
Everyone Is the Protagonist of Their Own Life
How can a true, native mortal survive in ancient times through hard work and talent?
With no cultivation ever having existed, he sets out alone to create an entire cultivation system founded on the principle of equality for all.
A slow burn with centuries of epic groundwork, so immersive it feels like living in that world.
Are people really so despicable? Everyone has two sides, and every choice has its roots. Everyone has a reason for what they do.
Why must side characters always be mere background? Why can't they have their own goals and character arcs?
Why does everyone want to be emperor? Whether they are natives or transmigrators, can't they establish a republican system instead?
As the saying goes, dare to make the sun and moon shine in a new sky. With all his relatives dead, his only remaining goal is equality.
When he lacks power, he schemes and lays his plans one step at a time. Once he has the power, the dynasty's system has already collapsed on its own. That is when Heaven's mandate is with him: the peasants at the bottom establish a republic.
Kill the nobles, the powerful, and the great clans. Then what? New ones will rise. Will everyone still insist on becoming emperor?
But no. He issues an edict condemning himself, for his hands are stained with sin. The imperial throne is left vacant. With no emperor's seat, what will you all do?
After hundreds of years in seclusion, he emerges to find that the republic has become a cultivation dynasty. Indeed, this is human nature at its core. A change that lasts only a moment can achieve nothing; only constant education can bring lasting change.
