The length of time one perceived was basically directly proportional to a cultivator's realm.
At Qin Yang's current realm, a span of several hundred or a thousand years was not much different from a mortal taking a summer vacation.
Only now could Qin Yang truly understand why the pursuits of great figures differed from those of minor cultivators.
What minor cultivators sought might be power, or perhaps longevity. At the root of it all, it was survival.
When survival was no longer much of a problem, one's pursuits naturally climbed higher.
It was roughly as the saying went: when granaries were full, people came to know propriety; when clothes and food were sufficient, they came to know honor and shame.
Ever since the World of the Dead appeared, and with the divine art of rebirth, Qin Yang had long stopped caring about lifespan.
If there was any regret, it was probably that there would be no more Dao Fruits in the future, nor any way to receive a title. That counted as one, but it was only a small pity, with no feeling of remorse.
Even if he failed to find a way out in the end, after tens of thousands or a hundred thousand years, when he died, he could simply come to the World of the Dead and continue searching here over an even longer span of time.
If one day he had lived so long that he was truly sick of it, he could reset his account and go be reborn.
As for his current pursuit, it was probably setting up rules for the World of the Dead, while slipping in some personal extras that would not affect the whole. After all, if he stuffed in too much personal material, it simply would not pass.
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