This isn't a last meal, is it?

The people of the Immortal Suppression Bureau were geniuses recruited from all corners of the world. These geniuses were often alone and without support, free from the restraints of family or sect. Only then could the Immortal Suppression Bureau's members follow its most ancient doctrines: suppressing the ancient immortals for the imperial dynasty and humankind, and eradicating the demons and devils that endangered the mortal world.

Zhao Guang had lived a remarkable life. From being a rogue cultivator revered by everyone in a small town, he had become one of those nurtured by the Immortal Suppression Bureau. It had been an age of chaos, when humankind waged great wars against the Witch Tribe and the Demon Race. He had witnessed humankind rise from oppression to the Human Emperor suppressing all beneath heaven.

He had heard of immortals long ago. That was the very reason the Immortal Suppression Bureau existed, but at the time, he had been nowhere near the realm required to suppress an immortal.

During his days in the Immortal Suppression Bureau, news of the deaths of superiors and brothers arrived every day. Then the ancient doctrine would ring in his ears: Protection of the imperial dynasty, Protection of the mortal world. For a long time, that doctrine had served as his code of conduct. Yet time could wear memories away, making people consign ancient teachings to Oblivion.

Just like the lifespan he had gradually lost.

Thereafter, everything in the mortal world would, along with time, erode one's original goals and convictions—just like a decaying imperial dynasty.

In the Western Border, he could watch Feiheng devour people and turn a blind eye. He could watch Blood Moon be born without stirring in the slightest. When the Spear Saint Gu Fenghua was besieged by Min Tiange, all Zhao Guang had