"Transcendence..."
Gazing at the cultivation insights that had burned away, the mastermind could not help recalling events from the Ancient and Primordial Eras.
After achieving transcendence, his very existence surpassed karma. Neither his words nor his actions would become entangled in karma. He was utterly unrestrained, and no one could detect his existence. He could do whatever he wanted.
He could split himself into countless incarnations and experience every facet of life. He could become the chief of a tribe, rule it for hundreds of years, lead it to prosperity, and swallow up other tribes. He could also become a Rogue Cultivator, call friends together, drink and revel, and live carefree for a thousand years. Once he had experienced enough and grown tired of playing, he would disappear, and the world would correct everything he had done.
In the tribe's memories, someone else would be their chief. Among the Rogue Cultivator's friends, no one would remember that he had ever existed. What had happened would also be explained by other causes.
He could have a multitude of wives and concubines and father children without having to take responsibility for his actions.
He could defy all law, indulge his desires, and commit every evil under the sun, likewise without having to take responsibility for his actions.
"This is a true immortal—one bound by nothing."
Even after learning that the Primordial Era's Five Immortals had successively become immortals, he had not taken it to heart.
So what if they became immortals? In the end, all they would do was transcend, just like him. He did not become entangled in karma, and his existence would not affect the later cultivators who achieved transcendence.
Yet he had never imagined that there would be more than one path after becoming an immortal. Besides transcendence, there