A Regressors Tale Of Cultivation

On the way to a company retreat, our car plunged into a world of immortal cultivators. Everyone with spiritual roots or rare talents was swept into powerful sects, ascending to glory. Me? I had nothing—no roots, no gifts. For fifty years, I lived as a mortal, obediently fading into obscurity. Or so I believed. Then I regressed. Reborn with the memories of a wasted lifetime, I now know the hidden rules of this brutal cultivation world. No cheat systems. No second chance at talent. Just hard-won knowledge and a burning will to rewrite my fate from the ground up.