"Hm? His whole body is wrapped in deathly aura. This guy is about to die too."
At that moment, Ye Lin frowned and looked toward a black-robed figure in the distance.
The black-robed figure staggered and stumbled across the lake's surface, terrifyingly dense deathly aura entwined around him. One look was enough to tell that he was on the verge of death.
Yet he simply walked quietly over the lake, one step after another.
"This guy came to Moon Lake before dying. Looks like he was a hopeless romantic too."
Zhang Ling'er crossed her arms as she watched the black-robed man in the distance.
This man was clearly grievously wounded, beyond saving.
Cultivators had long lifespans—one could even say boundless lifespans—yet the number of powerful experts remained small.
Logically speaking, with such vast lifespans, shouldn't they be able to grind their cultivation upward through sheer time alone?
But the truth was precisely the opposite.
The truth was that lifespan had nothing whatsoever to do with cultivation.
No matter how long one lived, when death came, one still had to die.
Lifespan merely ensured that one would not die naturally. But there were countless other ways to die: being killed, accidents, and much more.
Even hiding away would not save you.
So long as one had not truly attained Transcendence, Destiny would make arrangements for them.
It was like the beings within the universe: unless they attained Transcendence, no amount of hiding would help.
When the time came, the Heavenly Dao would naturally set the tribulation in motion and cleanse away these pests that knew only how to waste resources.
Even after transcending the universe, if one had not transcended the Great Dao, it was still the same. The Great Dao would arrange things for you as well.
Even if you