I transmigrated into a world of myth.
Thinking I might die out in the wilderness, I was picked up and taken home by an old cultivator.
The old man finally sent me off on my way. Once I'd learned everything he had to teach me, he left me all sorts of things and told me to go down the mountain and have some fun. I planned to accomplish nothing, just enjoy myself in the mortal world, then return to the mountain and spend a few hundred years in peace and quiet. But then I discovered I was in the middle of a mythological story. I had no choice but to make the most of it!
I don't like angst, so I've made this story warm and gentle.
This is a GL story. If that's not your thing, please don't read.
