On a clear night, on a green plane, there was a figure.
The figure was average in every way but gave off feeling of peace, and it was laying comfortably on the jade green grass.
The figure was a man, a man who may look normal in every way but in fact was the most powerful immortal.
Well he didn't like that title, as for the reason, his mindset was very different than other cultivators, he believed that he was a mortal.
Yes he might have lived for countless years and he was even reincarnated at the start of his cultivation journey, but because of the countless novels he read, he had a wider perspective and different viewpoints, for example he believed he was mortal because despite his natural lifespan which was infinite as long as he had energy, he still had a chançe to die. For example he could die of assassination or even poison, he could die of energy loss, and he could die because of lots of other things.
And he wasn't an arrogant asshole who coud kill just because he or she looked at them,
like other "immortals".
He even remembered when cultivators barely had stepped on the path of cultivation and called themselves "immortal" and said that mortals and cultivators where never meant to be together, not because of their longer lifespans no, because mortals where "inferior" to cultivators or so called "immortals", he always lauged when he heard them proclame themselves immortal and they always get offended but he didn't give a shit about their shit filled snoty ego.
But enough of that, you will discover all his antics in the Chronicles of the legendary sleeping immortal or should i say the not so legendary sleeping mortal.