The eleventh was Su Ming.
He was the most taciturn among them, but whenever he spoke, every word struck the ground with force.
"Why do I cultivate immortality?"
"To change my father's fate, to change my clansmen's fate."
"I refuse to simply resign myself to fate!"
"The Heavenly Mandate should not be decided by Heaven!"
The twelfth was Chen Fan.
He was the most ordinary, most unremarkable mortal in this world.
When he set foot upon the path of immortality, he had no background behind him, no faction, no connections.
What others disdained as worthless was treasure he cherished as dearly as life!
Matters others could settle with a single sentence required him to pay the price of blood!
Yet he had never spoken of giving up!
Step by step by step, he had walked to the most exalted position!
"Why do I cultivate immortality?"
"Because I refuse to bow my head."
"I am merely a mortal. In the eyes of those great figures, I am not even worth an ant."
"With one word, they can decide whether I live or die. With one thought, they can condemn me to eternal damnation."
"But why?"
"Why should my fate be decided by them?"
"I cultivate immortality not for power or authority, nor for strength."
"It is for dignity!"
"It is so that no one in this world can ever trample upon my personhood at will again!"
The thirteenth was Su Qingyun.
There was a calmness in his eyes that only someone who had endured the deepest experiences could possess.
He had no father or mother and had been raised by Old Beggar.
"Why do I cultivate immortality?"
"To live with a little more dignity."
"Ever since I was young, I have always been the one trampled beneath others' feet."
"They called