Legends of me were spread far and wide across the cultivation world, yet I spent my days boiling water, feeding horses, and chopping firewood in the mortal realm. Until the celestial light fell and immortals sought me out, taking me away from the mortal dust and leading me onto the path of cultivation. Upon first entering this realm, everyone scrutinized me with the gaze of a savior; heavy expectations and naked ridicule weighed heavily on my shoulders. I was at a loss, not knowing how to shoulder this mandate of heaven. But the price of growth was drenched in blood. The cultivation world constantly awakened me with lost lives to what the weighty burden of a savior truly meant. I never yearved for this glory. Given a choice, I would not wish to be the savior depended upon by multitudes, nor would I seek to attain divinity through the Dao; my only wish is for prosperity across all seas and peace throughout the realm.