Song Qianji spent his entire life running desperately.

In the first half of his life, as a mere mortal, he schemed tirelessly to seize a sliver of opportunity for immortality, only to lose family and friends, ending up alone. In the second half, after becoming a great power, he poured his heart and soul into securing a thread of survival for the human race, yet he could not defy fate, leaving behind eternal regrets.

Only after death did he learn that this world had a predestined “savior,” fated to turn the tide and become a great hero. Before the protagonist rises, supporting characters can’t steal the spotlight, and Song Qianji? He barely qualified as a prop.

In this second life, he wants nothing to do with cultivating immortality. He just wants to sleep in, bask in the sun, watch clouds, and admire flowers—a carefree salted fish in life, choosing a feng shui-approved grave at the end. No one can make him flip over from his salted fish ways. Persuade him to cultivate? He’ll dig up your ancestral grave. Urge him to pursue the Dao? You’ll face a thousand cuts.

But why is it that the opportunities he couldn’t attain in his past life are now thrown in his face, his unfulfilled former lover turns back to him, and the untouchable savior treats him like a brother?

Savior: No, I’m the one who can’t measure up to you.