This World Is Not My Home

Twenty years, as fleeting as a dream of yellow millet. What was real, what was illusion, and what did I gain? My soul transmigrated into a chaotic cultivation age of endless slaughter. I witnessed bizarre murders, and a mysterious tattoo appeared on my body for no reason. Who am I? While the world desperately seeks eternal life, all I can think of are the loved ones waiting on the far shore. I'll cross every river and mountain in search of even the faintest chance to return home.