Immortality was a terrifying thing. It made people numb, weary, and so tired of living that they no longer wanted to live.
For mortals, a lifespan of one hundred years was already an immense stretch of time, enough to witness countless events of different eras and accumulate a thick wealth of life experience.
But Qin Heng was now over six trillion years old. Even the fractional part of that number was several billion times greater than a hundred years.
Having lived for so long, this Heavenly Venerable-level powerhouse had lost interest in many things. Whether he had them or not made no difference; whether he wanted them or not was all the same.
The only things that could still interest him a little were probably guiding juniors, turning trash into geniuses, sending them toward True Godhood—things with at least some challenge to them.
As for matters such as the development of his race, family relationships, and the happiness of his children, Qin Heng had ceased caring about them long ago.
Not long after the battle in the Yuan Universe, his parents—after living for roughly seventy billion years—also lost interest in the mortal world. They voluntarily gave up the Sacred Emperor power Qin Heng had granted them, reincarnating to experience new lives.
After his parents departed, his wife Fang Lingxue remained by his side for a long time. Yet after more than two trillion years, she too had grown utterly weary of a life without surprises or expectations, bid Qin Heng farewell, and left.
As for his children...
Those two heartless brats—one had entered reincarnation even earlier than her mother, while the other erased his memories and restarted his life again and again, refusing to acknowledge his own father.
The only two who still maintained their former relationships and identities were