The old Immortal's fate now was to become a rabbit.
And the old man could foresee it: what if rabbits went extinct too?
He had never imagined that an old saying would prove true: He who has no far-reaching worries must have immediate concerns.
As an Immortal, he had grown accustomed to drifting with the tide, attaching himself to human society and surviving among them.
Watching the winds and clouds with a smile.
Yet Wenren Sheng had once hinted to him:
Since you wanted everyone to be equal, despised emperors for seeking immortality, and believed they were unworthy of it.
Yet you yourself looked down arrogantly upon short-lived species.
Was that not inequality in itself?
He had not understood.
What Wenren Sheng meant was: your immortality depended on human society.
You had to shoulder responsibility.
Otherwise, you could only wait for the backlash.
But he had never considered that.
And so, after enduring until now, he had become a rabbit.
He had not taken on the responsibility of using his immortality to guide human society forward.
He only wanted to muddle through, enjoy the benefits, and give nothing in return.
The consequences naturally followed.
This was trouble he had brought upon himself.
Everything was destined.
The world was fair in this way.
The rabbit that the Immortal had become sat there, full of regret.
He still wanted to struggle a little.
So he tried to guide the rabbits and get them to work.
Yet his greatest contribution was merely helping them produce several hundred more litters of rabbits.
After all, with a human mind, he could still manage to produce more food.
But rabbits did not have long lifespans to begin with.
Not to mention living on polluted land.
He died in fear.
When he reincarnated again, he was still