Okay, so after I was killed, my tether reacted, and I am currently being sent back thousands of years to when I was 23 years old and an elder of my first sect in the mortal realm.
I never understood why they called it the mortal realm when there were cultivators literally living here and, well, cultivating...
In the mortal realm, of course, existed countless other worlds and races aside from the human race, but I will only talk about my world, which turned out to be the only world in the mortal realm to have cultivation; the rest were either technologically advanced or still lived in the medieval times.
Ooo... now I get it.
[A: *sigh*]
I was just disoriented, that's why.
Anyways.
My world only had one continent, not surprisingly, with countless islands scattered around.
The sect I stayed in was... was...
The world's name was...
The power ranking of the world was...
The ...
...
Damn it, I have forgotten!
[A: How?]
What do you mean, how?
[A: How can you forget about information about the world you were born in!?]
You try living thousands of years and see if you could remember what your hometown looked like.
[A: But you are just regressing back in time; nothing would have really changed. You said you had a good memory!
Yes! ... only for cultivation!
[A: So how do we then inform the reader about your world?]
... I will just ask questions when I regress back! *flickering lightbulb*
[A: You know that i won't be able to talk to you again, right?]
Really?
[A: You already forgot!? We had this conversation like... 1, 2, 3... Like 4 hours ago!]
Yeah, I told you, memory is only good for cultivation. *Chinese accent {Real author: Just imagine it in your head.}*
[Fake A: And you are also going to forget about me, remember?]
...
[Fake A: ...]
... The tether! It's pulling meeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Fake A: Get back here you son of a...]