I Died of Old Age, So Why Are You Talking About Life Simulations?

Three thousand years ago, in the age when kings rose up everywhere. A foreign king crossed the sea and swept across eighty thousand li of the human world, leaving experts from every corner looking grim. A woman in red became an immortal in the mortal realm, her three thousand strands of hair sweeping up three thousand worlds. A purple-robed Daoist wandered the mortal world, shattering half the mountains and rivers with a wave of his hand. The Emperor of the mortal world sought immortality and brazenly attacked the immortal sects. Powerful figures discussed the Dao with old friends, standing in the heavens for eight hundred years, their cultivation beyond anything in the mortal world. Li Qingshan transmigrated into this world and discovered that he had utterly mediocre talent. After struggling for half his life, all he became was a schoolteacher. But when he died of old age, he suddenly discovered that this had all been a life simulation. Li Qingshan: “???”