Cultivation Bug Fuyo

I spy with my little eye a flying Immortal

The giant wall drew closer and closer until the clouds brushed past Fuyos face as he dove through them. Down below he could see little black dots hurrying back and forth likes ants. As he drew closer he realized that the little black dots were actually people flying through the air. They were going head to head in a fierce clash of weapons and abilities.

How can they fly?

It seemed like a silly question for a wandering spirit to ask but Fuyo was still new to this weird world. There was no such thing as magic on the lonely planet.

"Will I reborn as one of these flying Immortals?" A large smile spread across his face. "Will I become a flying Immortal like in the legends?"

He smiled as he thought about his future prospects.

"Which one shall I choose?"

He tried to will his spirit towards the flying Immortal in the middle. He seemed to be the strongest; none of the other Immortals would approach him like they were afraid.

Even though they were fighting in a fierce battle they remained vigilant of his presence. But he seemed to only be spectating so the fighting continued on as usual. This person had the airs of a King.

Fuyo used 100% of his will to move his spirit to the left.

Shhhueeeee... His spirit streamed through the air.

He forcefully changed his trajectory and moved in the direction of the powerful Immortal. Perfect! He held a clear path straight towards him.

"Yes!" He exclaimed in his head with a heart full of excitement.

But right before they were about to collide the Flying Immortal moved forward and attacked the group of cultivators that were currently in a life and death battle. They had finally let their guard down and were ripe for the picking.

"No!" Yelled Fuyo.

"Move back you bastard. Give me your body!" His tongue flicked out like a vicious snake. But no matter how much he hissed and cursed he wasn't strong enough to stop the force pushing him towards the ground.

Closer and closer, inch by inch he drew near. In his final moments everything became a blur as he collided with the solid ground.

Boom!

His vision went blank, he didn't know what was going on but he felt the sensation of the seed nourishing his soul. The seed broke apart and was absorbed by his soul disappearing into nothingness. His soul bulged and grew many times stronger than before, but the sudden increase in power strained his mind and forced him into unconsciousness. When he came to his senses he could feel pain all over his body.

"Urgh, it hurts.''

"Wait, it hurts? I have a body again!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"Have I successfully transmigrated? Yes, I am an Immortal! No, I definitely missed him. Maybe I got another Immortal? Yes, that must be it." His thoughts raced around his head as he looked at his surroundings. He tried to get up and move but he fell flat on his face.

"What's going on here? Why do I feel so wonky?"

He picked his head up off the floor and looked down at his hands. He was awestruck.

"What is this!"

"How can this be?"

His palms had no fingers; they were short and stubby like stools. His body was covered in cuts and bruises. He felt wobbly and weird but he was quickly distracted by the intense hunger he felt in his stomach. He looked above and saw how giant the trees were. He waddled over to a nearby puddle and looked at his reflection. What he saw shocked him to the core.