On the way to a company workshop, we fell into a world of immortal cultivators while still in the car.
Those with spiritual roots and unique abilities were all called to join cultivation sects, living prosperously.
But I, having neither spiritual roots nor special abilities, lived as an ordinary mortal for 50 years, complying with fate until my death.
That’s what I thought.
Until I regressed.



Relationship/connections are a huge part of the story. It'd be as if you removed Godzilla from Godzilla movies, even the very mention of the behemoth.