Longevity Diary 5

The port, the ships, the buildings, all the arrangements he hadn't forgotten.

This was his past self!

But as Zhu Zhengwei flipped through the diary page by page at this moment, his expression grew somewhat strange.

So, you were the one who inadvertently pushed her to become so monstrous back then when you passed by?

"Third Brother, you truly are a great painter."

He took a sip of tea, moistening his throat, and said helplessly, "You, you've really caused me a lot of trouble. That woman, she's in the sea now, giving me a huge headache."

He chuckled and glanced at the sunlight outside the window, feeling a sense of peaceful, quiet years.

This life was just so absurd.

He was quite calm, treating it like leisurely reading an idle book in the afternoon to pass the time.

He glanced at the weed beside him, which had already posted the current situation to the forum.

"Brothers, I've encountered a hidden quest!"

The Immortals who were appreciating the scenery burst into laughter. "What? This wallpaper game has hidden quests? It can't move, so it should be a hidden storyline, right? What kind of wallpaper scene are you in?"

This particular weed was indignant. "It really is a hidden quest! Who says you can't do quests just because you can't move? My eyes can move! My brain can move! If I can memorize some things, I might be able to complete a hidden quest!"

Everyone was stunned.

Was this wallpaper game that hardcore?

It was clearly a wallpaper game, immobile, and the development team was short on funds, yet they thoughtfully enriched the gameplay?

A hidden quest that could be completed just by moving your eyes and brain?

"Where are you?" someone immediately asked.

"I don't know, in a remote old house. That Deity with a tear mole is looking through two books. One is a Sage's work by Emperor Shi Guang Straight, and the other looks like a very old diary. The Sage's work was blown open by the wind, and the page about practicing Qi consumption happened to be right in front of me!"

"By the way, the scenery in this wallpaper is so beautiful. A sunny afternoon, a remote mountain cabin, and myself as a plant on the windowsill by the desk, looking at a fragrant book before me. I feel like I'm going to be intoxicated, intoxicated by this beautiful scenery." This player was clearly a scenery enthusiast, a lover of the quaint and delicate, feeling like they were melting into the beautiful landscape.

As he spoke, everyone else pictured the scene.

It was indeed quaint and delicate.

But this quaint and delicate wallpaper scene was very likely a hidden quest.

Because that book was a Sage's work, and a Deity had personally descended to complete the general outline, covering all things in the world, including the cultivation method of Qi Consumption Method.

Could we cultivate that Qi Consumption Method?

Generally, cultivation books in games were incomprehensible.

They were basically scribbles, described as mysterious alien script, or crooked tadpole writing, or they were blurred out. Otherwise, how could they give you cultivation techniques?

But here, the text was actually clear!?

And it was the only work by their idol, Emperor Shi Guang Straight??

The thought made everyone's breathing quicken.

They couldn't hold back any longer.

Curiosity overflowed.

After all, it felt like their idol of over a decade had suddenly released a limited edition collectible, and even if it was terrible, they still had to see what masterpiece their idol had left behind!

"Intoxicated my ass! Hurry, hurry! Let's get hyped!"

"Quick, record the screen, hurry up and research!"

"Oh my Superman, Emperor Shi Guang Straight's life's work, here I come! Hahahaha!"

"Faster~~"

Indescribable murmurs came from the side, but Zhu Zhengwei had long grown accustomed to them. He instead glanced out the window.

Lush green leaves, trees like a primeval forest entwined with vines, sunlight filtering through the leaves casting dappled shadows.

He couldn't help but stretch lazily, feeling relaxed and comfortable. "This world, unpolluted, is truly beautiful. No wonder they were so captivated."

He lowered his head and continued reading the diary.

[Year 0327. The dynasty flourished, governance was effective. A Da, who should have died of illness, discovered an Immortal Grass and finally stepped into that realm. I didn't want him to cultivate; perhaps dying as an emperor would have been the best outcome. Because I knew that once he started cultivating, he would definitely practice the first-generation Slave Dynasty Stone Light Emperor Changheng's technique, the Cannibalism Method. Stone Light Emperor Changheng, the man closest to a god back then, was a supremely evil genius. He created a short-lived, malevolent technique that consumed souls to rapidly strengthen one's Qi sea, harming both oneself and others. The second-generation Emperor Shi Guang Longevity, fearing death extremely, sealed the previous generation's technique. But A Da would surely restart his cultivation.]

[Year 0331. A Da suppressed the other two emperors single-handedly. My unease came true. He must have consumed human souls, targeting death row inmates. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands? I don't know how many death row inmates' souls and how much lifespan he devoured. I only know he gained a power similar to that man who was once called closest to a god, and used it to unify the world.]

[Year 0336. I decided to stop A Da from going astray. I found him with three hundred Immortal Grasses. Perhaps he was too lonely; I hoped he could become an Eternal like me. But he refused. He chose to distribute these three hundred Immortal Grasses to his subordinates, creating three hundred Witch Zhus, preparing to lead the remaining two countries on an expedition to the sea. He said that Immortal Grass was in the sea, and if this continued, humanity would perish. What was the point of my Longevity? To watch humans suffer? They were just laborers. His words to me that day are still fresh in my memory: 'The moment I ate the Immortal Grass on the tea stall, I felt as if the God of Destiny was whispering in my ear. I finally understood my life's mission. I will fight for this my entire life.']

Zhu Zhengwei flipped to this page and, upon seeing the last line, his hand trembled slightly.

He quickly shook his head and continued reading.

[Year 0351. A Da embarked on his expedition to the sea. I knew that although A Da had defeated two emperors, he might still not be a match for that marine behemoth. I disguised myself as a crew member and swung that sword. It had indeed grown formidable; any later and the consequences would have been unimaginable.]

[Year 0367. A Da has now been on the throne for decades. The All Living Beings Scripture he pioneered gathers the wisdom of scholars from across the continent for decades. I am also helping him compile this book, but he is completely dying now, the side effects are erupting. Before he dies, he has one last wish: he wants to meet that legendary Deity and asked me to help him find a way to meet a Deity. I agreed, because this thought of his became uncontrollable in my mind, and I too have too many questions. We hit it off and compiled three questions together.]

Zhu Zhengwei saw this and noticed that the diary's tone was no longer as relaxed, carrying a sense of urgency.

He took a sip of tea and turned to the next page.

In the spring of 0376, A Da fell gravely ill. Countless divine physicians entered the palace, only to shake their heads and leave. Seeing another old friend die before my eyes, and without any reverence for death, I was reminded of Li Su's final moments. My hatred for my own weakness and timidity grew, finding myself far inferior to their unburdened acceptance of death.

But A Da said he admired my courage. The greatest release in this world was death. Li Su and he had both chosen their own release, leaving only the strongest Eternals to bear the hopes of all living beings throughout history and suffer. Death was the true end to all things. He was, in fact, far inferior to me. He said, "Longevity is the most wicked curse in this world."

In the summer of 0376, I left the royal palace and drifted to a seaport to clear my head. Suddenly, my childlike spirit emerged, and I was playing and kicking a ball with a child by the harbor. But that evening, as dusk fell, I saw the direction of the City of a Hundred Stones ablaze with the colors of the sunset. He was going to die. The Qi was dissipating. At the same time, I suddenly saw a sky full of golden light, a beam of brilliance piercing the clouds.

The handwriting on this page grew increasingly sloppy, the emotions clearly unsettled. The latter half of the page was almost blank, with only a single, crooked line of large characters:

Is it God? Is He finally, truly coming?