More than two thousand people—an unexpected number, yet also an entirely unsurprising outcome.
No matter how much the world of cultivators dressed itself up, its main theme had never changed.
It was to fight!
Fight against people, fight against the earth, and in the end, fight even against Heaven.
Not only did they have to fight, they had to fight with their lives, no matter how slim the chance.
Because the result of not fighting was death!
Unlike other professions, no matter how a cultivator's profession was packaged on the outside, at its deepest core there was one and only one goal: immortality.
Say a thousand words, explain ten thousand reasons—this was the greatest essence of a cultivator.
Thus, from the moment one became a cultivator, it had never been about treating life and death lightly. From the very beginning, it was about magnifying life without limit, with every goal thereafter advancing toward it.
A Golden Core cultivator might already live for a very long time. With proper care and by learning cultivation methods that helped extend one's lifespan, living five thousand years was no great feat.
So, was five thousand years a long time?
Very long. Even if one lived a hundred years each time, it would take a full fifty lifetimes to pass through that span.
Fifty lifetimes—so long, with so many experiences. One would have long since lived enough.
Really?
Of course not!
Just like human history, history was always cycling through repetition, and people lived within that cycle. Over millions upon millions of years, history remained unchanged—how much could people truly change?
It was like watching television dramas. So long as the actors were different, the lines were different, and the scenes were different, people could watch the same story again and again, dozens or hundreds