Amid the chorus of flattery around him, Liu Yu silently reflected.
Qi refining cultivators had a lifespan of 120 years, while those in the foundation establishment realm lived for 240. Even with methods to extend their lives, they would not live beyond three hundred.
Yet an inanimate thing like obsidian could endure for thousands upon thousands of years, provided no one destroyed it.
Death is not the end. Being forgotten is.
If I cannot condense a golden core, this will be the longest-lasting trace I leave in this world.
At this thought, Liu Yu's spirits suddenly sank.
But that mood did not last long. In the end, he regained his composure.
How many heavenly prodigies throughout history had fallen before the golden core bottleneck, finally dying with regret?
Even with all his preparations, could he really guarantee his success?
Many disciples in the party looked at Liu Yu with admiration and awe.
Most disciples in the sect had, at one time or another, carried out missions along the border between Qing Province and Mirror Province. They knew how savagely the two sects had fought over the Kermil Plain.
They also knew how powerful the Hehuan Sect was.
Precisely for that reason, they admired their leader all the more for seizing resource sites from the Hehuan Sect.
Liu Yu could feel all manner of gazes gathering on him, but his heart had long since become as steadfast as rock. Not a ripple stirred within him.
Why worry about the future?
Seizing the opportunities before me is what matters most.
I do not ask for everything to go my way, only to die without regret!
Liu Yu stood before the towering boundary marker with his hands behind his back, a faint flicker passing through his eyes.
No one knew of the many