Upon being reborn in a new world, one where cultivators soared the skies and fantastic beasts roamed the land, he was overjoyed. He was a little less joyful when he learned that he, just like the vast majority of mortals, could not actually cultivate. Left without any other option, he could do little but go on with his life as yet another unimportant face in an already oversaturated crowd, watching as his dreams faded away a little more every passing day. So, with nothing to lose, it wasn’t really a surprise that death came as a relief when tragedy struck as he was caught in the middle of a fight between two powerful cultivators. However, for the second time, he discovered that death might not be as final as some claimed as he was yet again reborn into a new world, and this time, the circumstances of his birth were much, much better. This life would be different, he decided. Death did not scare him anymore, not after having experienced it twice. He would seize his own destiny, and he would turn himself into someone who mattered. The only issue was, why did his new name sound so feminine?