Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Falling to Death and Keep Falling!

9999 Reincarnations. In this life, I am a street lamp, my soul is attached to the lamp pole, and I have become a urine pile that dogs visit all year round; In this life, I was a stray dog, and in order to survive, I swallowed the most disgusting human poop; In this life, I am floating precariously, my short life is uneventful, and I die at night; In this life, I am a eunuch of the dynasty. I clearly remember that I was once a man of great splendor, but even 'being a man' has become a luxury...; I have been a grain of sand, a leaf, an insect, and a woman with extraordinary grace, but I have never been myself. The 9998th reincarnation ended, and I finally forgot everything