Tale of Immortal

Tale of Immortal doesn’t hold your hand. It throws you into a mystical world teeming with beasts, betrayal, and the kind of power creep that’d make Goku blush. Cultivation is the name of the game, if that means nothing to you, this might not be your jam. But if you’ve ever dreamed of grinding your way up from lowly martial arts peasant to galaxy-braining demigod, welcome home.

You start at the bottom rung of the immortal ladder, one desperate duel away from irrelevance. But every power-up feels seismic: a new realm unlocked, a brutal NPC rival outpaced, a skill tree blossoming with flashy, spirit-shattering moves. And the world? It’s alive. Every NPC has friends, enemies, and, if you wrong them, vengeful uncles who’ll drop out of the sky like divine hitmen. Kill the wrong guy, and his SSJ3 dad might vaporize you mid-meditation. Actions matter. Grudges live here.

But you’re not just surviving, you’re scheming. Build your sect from the ground up, collect talismans, tame ancient beasts, become a boss-slaying alchemy god. Or vanish into the mountains, refine your soul, and reemerge 50 years later to wreck shop like an immortal John Wick.

Tale of Immortal doesn’t hand you a story, it dares you to write one. Want to burn a rival sect to the ground for stealing your loot in year one? Go for it. Just remember: karma’s got hands.

This is chaos. This is cultivation. This is your tale.