Verdant Fields and lush Forests spread as far as your Eye can see, only interrupted by the occasional Village or Stream.
You died yesterday, but you feel no regret.
In fact, you feel freer than you ever did in the last 300 Years.
You feel like you did when you were a just a Child, full of excitement over being accepted by the nearby Sect.
The prospect of becoming an Immortal, a mythical figure far above the normal People of this World,
was the Dream of every Boy in your Village.
If only you knew then...
You didn't know that there was a 'Righteous' and a 'Demonic' Path in Cultivation,
but that small difference was what threw you into a vicious downwards Spiral.
You imagined meditation, magical powers and a long life.
What you got was survival of the fittest.
Someone untalented in a righteous Sect would likely be a Servant for a lifetime.
They would be safe, never have to worry about finding food or having a Roof over their Head and might even become Outer Disciples.
Things are a bit different in a demonic Sect.
Something like staying a Servant for a lifetime is impossible, not because it's easier to be accepted,
but because anyone who can stay alive for a few Years as a Servant is more than skilled enough to become an Outer Disciple.
You were one of the lucky ones.
You sometimes wish you hadn't been.
It was after a few days, and several severe beatings, that you were sent to deliver a Bowl of Porridge to someone in the inner Sect.
The Man you brought it to, turned out to be a Sect Elder with... peculiar tastes.
He was looking for a Dual Cultivation Partner, and you just so happend to both be his type, and a perfect fit for the Technique.
You always have mixed feelings when you remember him.
He could've just used you and thrown you away, but he treated you like a real Apprentice and tought you everything he knew.
You even replaced him as an Elder, when he died 30 Years later.
Though you were also the one who killed him.
You always tried to do as few actually 'evil' things over the Years as you could, but it's not like that actually mattered in the end.
You decided early on that you would become a legendary Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Few Cultivators had ever reached the Nascent Soul Stage, wich is essentially the step from being Human, to being something else.
Something more.
Someone at the Nascent Soul Stage completely stops aging, becomes borderline unkillable, can do a great number of things that are almost unexplainable for someone who hasn't formed their own Nascent Soul and gains the potential of becoming a godlike being.
You spent most of your life cultivating and preparing for you Tribulation.
Then why did you die? The Answer is very simple.
You prepared a bit too well.
The memory is still fresh in your mind.
A bunch of those damn hypocrites from a 'Righteous' Sect called the 'Heavenly Sword Sect' (Pretentious Bastards) tracked you down,
claiming that you raped the Sect Leaders Daughter, wich is only true if you consider a marriage proposal rape,
and if you disregard that SHE was the one who proposed.
The reason why she did that?
You're a powerful and handsome man, who holds a high Position in a large Sect.
She just had a crush on you and did something impulsive.
But that was enough for her Father to do something.
He wanted the things you prepared for your Nascent Soul Tribulation and that was the perfect excuse.
Too bad for him that you were done before he even arrived.
He arrived with a large number of his Sects upper Echelon when your Body was still weakened from your Tribulation.
It took him almost ten minutes to finish his grand speech on how you are a Demon that needs to be exterminated,
wich gave you more than enough time to prepare something for your uninvited Guests.
The Sect Leader and several People close to him went up in Flames the Second he finished his Speech.
It was so sudden that his Subordinates spent a good amount of time just staring at the burning Remains of their former Sect Leader.
You almost had to laugh.
The looks on their Faces were absolutely priceless.
But the fun didn't last long.
You were still much too weak to deal with all the People he brought, and ended up being impaled by, who you assume,
was the highest ranking member that was left of their Group.
He's probably the Sect Leader by now.
But they didn't realize until the end, that you had already formed your Nascent Divinity.
And one of the most known Facts about Nascent Soul Cultivators is that they can possess a new body upon the death of their old one.
You snap out of your reverie and look down on your Body, or rather your lack thereof.
The process of forming a Nascent Soul is the process of turning your Soul from something immaterial and unknowable,
into something almost tangible, something semi-physical.
Gaining a Nascent Soul means losing your need for a body.
In fact, some Nascent Soul Experts completely abandon their Bodies and instead spend countless Years experiencing the World,
seeing all there is to see.
Though that is likely the biggest dividing factor between the righteous and demonic Factions.
The Philosophy of the righteous Faction usually preaches that there is beauty in the World and Nature, that you should let negative emotions go, dedicate yourself to becoming one with the World, being above you instincts and so on and so forth.
They also often teach Asceticism to their Disciples, though there are some very strict demonic Sects that also do that.
The demonic Sects tend to acknowledge that they are just human and sometimes go as far,
as to take pride in indulging their must basic desires.
Both sides have some reasonable People and some that are just completely and undeniably insane.
Especially the demonic side, as the name already suggests.
Though none of that really matters right now.
What does matter though, is that you believe you've just found what you were looking for.