Did I seriously just get isekai'd?!Is that a snake?!I'm a baby again?!Wait what, I have no talent at all for cultivation?!No talent for martial arts?!No talent for art?!No talent for anything at all?![For surviving 10 years in the Heaven Spark Continent of the Red Dragon Plane, you gain....Wait WHAT?!How many times will Spiritward have to die before being able to live a full life?In the vast, unforgiving and infinite expanse of the Red Dragon Plane, talent is everything. It dictates your worth, your potential, your very survival.Spiritward, His original name forgotten, is thrust into a brutal world of cultivation without an ounce of knowledge of the genre.He is born with a crippling disadvantage.He has no talent.Discarded by clans, forced to claw his way through the slums, he witnesses the cruelty of a world that values power above all else. He experiences agonizing loss and endless failure.He has one tool, however.The Mists.A system that grants outsiders the ability to retain their memories across lifetimes and purchase powerful talents with points earned through struggles and achievements is granted to him as one of many who can use The Mists upon their death.Death, for him, is not an end, but a stepping stone.Across multiple lives, he is forced to confront his lacking understanding of the world in a world where knowledge is hoarded by organizations called sects and the clans that are forced to support them only get a piddling portion.His original plan to dismantle the clan system, to create a world where compassion triumphs over power will span countless lifetimes.But how many lifetimes will it take to fix this utterly broken world?Even then, there might even be something wrong deep within his soul...