“Fellow Daoist, you jest. Who does not yearn for eternal life?”
Supporting Wang Jixuan, a Dark Sect immortal’s mouth twitched in disdain; his eyes were full of impatience.
But then he felt that something was wrong.
Why would the man beside him ask that question? This fellow was grievously wounded, looking as if the terrifying magical implement from just now had drained all his immortal power — why would he bring up that question?
Immediately the Daoist grew dazed.
He forgot to question, and a longing for the gate between life and death rose in his heart, followed inevitably by a dimming melancholy.
If it weren’t for his own hopelessness at breaking into Golden Immortal, why would he be bound to the Dark Sect, selling his life to guard that side of the Heaven Dao Stele?
“Do you really want to live forever?”
The Daoist’s face turned bitter; his eyes carried a wry smile.
He forgot that he didn’t have to answer, didn’t notice the strangeness of the man he was supporting, and sank into a certain mood.
Long life — isn’t that what one strives for through a lifetime of cultivation and countless regrets? Isn’t it so one might rise above others, take a seat among the Immortal Realm’s greats?
Among the Celestials there are dazzling figures, but Celestial lifespans remain limited.