Chris died at a ripe old age of 82 and yet he had accomplished nothing with his life. No wife, no child, no best buds, he had only his artwork and his cat Mo and his dog Shoe. He left a dirty apartment and a crummy job as a doorman to whoever found his body. And yet, death was not the end. He found himself reincarnated into a new world of cultivation filled with majestic creatures and powerful Sects with a special birthmark.

Authors Note: This story is mostly written for my own personal enjoyment and practice. I have a lot of other novels with great ideas that I have been writing, but I have been writing sub-optimally and really feel like I need more practice to be able to bring these ideas and plots onto the page in a masterful way.