Just like in the world of Zhang Qingyuan's previous life, most men had once dreamed, as children, of transforming into Ultraman and saving the world.
The people of this world,
whether mortals or bottom-level Spirit Essence Realm cultivators, who had not, in their youth, imagined Immortal Destiny falling from the sky, rising on the wind in a single day, and becoming an important figure high above all others?
The old man had been no different.
It was only that, as time passed, reality's savage beatings made every person harboring wild delusions recognize the truth and obediently become an insignificant commoner.
Not everyone was the protagonist of a mundane novel.
Compared to novel protagonists who could pick up a brick outside and find it was a Spirit Artifact, step in a pile of dog shit and obtain a Spiritual Medicine, emit an aura of kingly dominance that subdued all heroes, and have fairies and Holy Maidens from every direction throw themselves at them,
reality was far crueler.
Every year, hot-blooded young men carrying nothing but a sword set out to roam the world, hoping to become Important Figures like the Protagonists in novels and return with beauties in their arms. Yet after roaming for half their lives and achieving nothing, they returned home in gloom.
Even that was considered a good outcome.
Many more simply fell by the roadside, turning into bleached white bones and vanishing into corners no one knew of, becoming fertilizer for wild grass.
It was precisely because he had lived through most of his life that he understood even more clearly just how vast the difference was between a small figure like himself and that important figure seated high among the clouds!
It was the distance between heaven and earth!
Important Figures stood high above, looking down