Just like that, time sped by.
Before he knew it, a thousand years had passed.
Wang Dafan had finally come to appreciate the benefits of being an Immortal.
Even if it was a false immortality that required constant reincarnation...
After all, he still had to experience aging.
He would rather accept aging and death than choose to end his own life painlessly.
He was merely afraid that such an act would offend some God of Transmigration and cause him to lose his immortality.
He could die accidentally. He could die of old age. But he could not give up and die by his own hand.
If he found this reincarnation uncomfortable, he could not simply abandon it and start over.
That was playing a game, where there were no consequences.
But this was reality.
He possessed the fruit of immortality.
At this point, he was walking on eggshells, proceeding with the utmost caution, not daring to make even the slightest mistake.
He wanted to laugh at those who looked down on immortality. They were like people who said that rich people had countless troubles because wealth led to problems with family property and children.
They spoke of the loneliness of immortality, saying that after living forever, one could only watch old people leave one by one.
Had these people never seen the children who finally breathed a sigh of relief after sending off their elderly parents?
On the contrary, there were many, many people like that.
Some could even feel relieved after seeing off their own birth parents.
And you wanted to tell them that immortality was bad because one had to send off many old friends? Do not pass judgment on something you have never obtained.
The facts proved it.
He thought immortality was wonderful.
When he played, he