Much of a person's life was spent not knowing what they were doing, or what they were doing it for.
For a long time, Mortal World Immortal had not known either. The only thing It knew was that Its soul had crossed an endlessly long darkness, listening to the soundless rush of the universe passing by Its ears, until a plop sounded beside It—
The bewildered immortal fell into the mortal world.
There was no crying birth laden with some sense of destiny. Only beneath the Endless Night, the human race carried It as they fled through fire and water. Even though It had forgotten the name bestowed upon It by a human cultivator, It had never forgotten the blood and tears shed by humanity beneath that Endless Night.
At some unknown point, It had gone from a bewildered immortal to one revered on high by the human race.
That had taken a very long time. From the joy of being exalted and revered by humanity, to witnessing the human race nearly perish time and again before rebuilding itself. During that Endless Night, It gradually came to understand the war between the myriad races and the Immortal Court. It understood that above the Endless Night lay lofty heavens, a place beyond Its reach. It also had the chance to Devour the flesh and blood of dead immortals and grow stronger.
Yet It had never touched them, just as It despised many people It had encountered: the Human Emperors of every generation, the human race's experts throughout the ages, and those It now saw—the first-generation Human Emperor Aba, qualified to enter chaos; Heavenly Dao Li Xiang; the dead Human Emperors; and most of the Azure Cloud Li Family.
To grow stronger, these people had abandoned their identity as humans. Or, like