"A LITrpg Lich finds himself in a xianxia world"

Fable was the greatest Lich in the world: Conqueror of Elves, Corruptor of Demi-Gods, Dark Magician Supreme. Necromancer and, overall, a fun guy, when he wasn't hell-bent on pursuing his main quest. After achieving his last and final goal, he finds himself tossed out of the world of magic, swords, and sorcery and transported into an entirely new world. Reincarnated into a distressingly alive and disturbingly sweaty body.

Worse, this place doesn't operate off the same magic and doesn't appear to make a lick of sense. Meridians? Qi? Spiritual artifacts? Where's the mana, dwarves, and enchanted goods?

Fable sets off on a new mission; without a quest to guide him, he must somehow turn this new, sickly, fleshy body back into a superior bag of bones before it kicks the bucket in a year.