Feather Transformation Furnace, Martial Path Human Immortal! Immortal.
The Immortal Who Lives Forever departed.
From man, from mountain!
A single word was enough to set the imagination wandering.
What a magnificent bearing!
"Human Immortal—how many years does one live?"
"I don't know."
Liang Qu's thoughts came to an abrupt halt. "How could Teacher not know?"
"At dusk, I take in the light at Yu Abyss; at dawn, I dry myself beneath the Nine Suns." King of Yue Zhen Feng opened the window. The crimson sun and river water met in a line, from which ten thousand rays of golden light spread forth, jagged and interwoven, rippling in dazzling brilliance. He pointed at the great sun amid the clouds. "That red sun in the sky—how long does it live?"
"Could it be that Human Immortals live forever and never die?" Liang Qu's pupils widened slightly.
"There is nothing in this world that lives forever without dying. Even if there were, 'To live forever thus and not die—though one might save ten thousand ages, it would not be enough to bring joy.' To live idly for tens of thousands of years would hold no pleasure either.
"Do not let tales of the strange and bizarre weigh upon you, making you think a few hundred or thousand years are but trifling numbers. Yet at the realm of Martial Immortal, as far as I know, it truly differs from life and death in the usual sense."
Liang Qu gazed into the sky, lost in thought for a long while.
Different.
How was it different?
True Image was about laying out the "circle," Young Dragon was about breaking the "circle"—then what kind of cultivation was Furnace?
Four Gates and Seven Paths.
Furnace was only the sixth of them. What, then, was the final seventh path,