Return To Truth

When death is just the beginning, and every lifetime is a lesson in ruthlessness. Castor thought transmigration would be his salvation. After dying at twenty-five—shot by the enraged husband of a woman he'd seduced—he woke in a new world as a young scholar in Great Xuan. A second chance. A fresh start. He wasted it. His first life was painfully ordinary. He married, fathered children, managed a modest household. Nothing extraordinary. At sixty-three, he died in his bed, mediocre and forgotten. But death awakened something impossible: Return to Truth. The power to virtualize an entire lifetime's worth of experiences, compress seventy years into perfect memory, and return to age twenty with all that knowledge intact. Every failure transformed into data. Every life becoming a simulation to be optimized and replayed. With this ability, Castor finally saw the path to what he'd always craved: Eternal life. Immortal cultivation—it had to exist. And with infinite lives to search, he would find it. This time, he would become one of them. But the cultivation world proved nothing like the paradise he'd imagined. After countless generations of cultivators plundering heaven and earth, The heavens had struck back Mortals now carried the Immortal-Mortal Miasma within their blood—a disease that caused cultivation decline and death. Being near large populations was poison to immortals. The mortal realm had become the Immortal Forsaken Land, where cultivators could only venture briefly before fleeing. Worse, the Heavenly Dao enforced brutal scarcity: No cultivation technique could be practiced by more than a single person. Every technique was zero-sum. Every breakthrough meant preventing countless others from advancing. Cultivators fought desperately over scraps of knowledge, killing former friends and betraying centuries-old alliances for a chance at the next realm. And hanging over everything: calamities descended from the Heavenly Dao without warning. Tribulations that struck like divine punishment, killing cultivators who grew too powerful. The heavens themselves actively resisted immortal cultivation, as if the universe had decided humanity had taken enough. Castor stands at the threshold of this nightmare world with nothing but his memories, his ruthlessness, and his ability to retry infinitely. Can a man who treats people as tools survive in a world where every cultivator is equally ruthless? Can someone willing to cross any moral boundary seize eternal life when the heavens themselves have declared war on immortality? In a hostile universe where even immortals die screaming, can Castor Gupta truly become eternal? Or will his Dao disperse back to heaven, just another ambitious fool who mistook cunning for transcendence? ***