"And what do you want to do in this life?" Zhang Shi looked at Gu An curiously.
He had already reincarnated through many lives. In pursuit of making every life different, he had ended up somewhat lost in this one, not knowing what he ought to strive for.
He had been a savior, been an immortal worshiped by all living beings, been a demon who destroyed heaven and earth, and also been a mortal.
After reincarnating so many times, he had grown lost. That was also why the memories of his original self had awakened ahead of time—he was searching for a direction.
Gu An replied, "Raise some flowers, plant some grass, chat and play chess with friends and disciples every day. If my whole life could be like that, I'd be perfectly content."
Zhang Shi asked in surprise, "Then what pursuit do you have in cultivating immortality?"
Hearing this, Gu An instead looked at him in puzzlement and asked, "Isn't cultivating immortality meant to satisfy the life one wants? I've already obtained it, so why must I pursue cultivation? The reason I cultivate now isn't to become especially strong. It's only to live longer, so I can enjoy more of this kind of life."
Zhang Shi's expression shifted slightly. He carefully mulled over Gu An's words.
Life and cultivating immortality—which was more important?
He knew all too well how difficult longevity was. Many people seemed to have lived for thousands upon thousands of years, yet they had spent their entire lives risking everything for cultivation. The time they had truly been happy might not add up to more than that of a mortal.
At the same time, Gu An had offered him a line of thought.
Reincarnation did not necessarily mean becoming a certain kind of person. It could