Smack...
Tong Yuan clutched the old man's arm tightly. Immortal blood bubbled wildly from the corner of his lips as he stared blankly ahead and rasped, "Bingwen, after I fall... bury me among the star sand... I, I only want to be buried there."
"I know..."
The old man's expression was gloomy as he reproached him, "I told you long ago to turn back. After fighting all the way here, how many old friends have perished? How many juniors have died young? And now, even you have ended up in such a sorry state."
"Heh..."
Tong Yuan of the Immortal Race let out a difficult, cold laugh. "Back when that pack of demonic beasts rode on our heads, I swore I would cultivate immortality and change my fate. Better to blaze gloriously for a moment than live a cowardly, ordinary life. Why would they blame me...?!"
And by "rode," they truly had ridden on their heads and taken a shit. It was a dark chapter of history they could not bear to look back on.
The old man looked deeply at him. "Cultivating immortality seems not to bring nothing but benefits. At the very least, the person you originally were has long since perished upon this immortal path. This endless road of cultivation may strengthen one's power, but it seems it also kills one's true nature."
Having said that.
He left several immortal items beside Tong Yuan.
Tong Yuan's hand fell limply. His clouded eyes remained filled with deep unwillingness. He was one of the foremost experts beneath heaven, bore the Longevity Dao, had once stormed into the incomparably glorious Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory, and had participated in every major affair of Tiandi.
All because of a single punch...
He had fallen!
He was unwilling.
Yet his clouded eyes could