"I've waited far too long for this day!"
At this moment, Lin Fan became an immortal, yet there was little joy or excitement in his eyes. Instead, he was filled with boundless emotion.
Cultivation knew no passage of years; more often, there was only unfeeling silence. Family, friends, beloved women... along this road, he had missed far too much.
For the sake of cultivation, he had endured the torment of loneliness through countless days and nights, often spending thousands or tens of thousands of years in seclusion. How could an ordinary person bear it?
Especially since Lin Fan had left the Great Wilderness as a child, the hardships along his journey had outweighed the happiness. His only younger sister had died tragically, his clansmen had fallen...
In almost all of this, the living and the dead were forever separated, lost to one another across the gulf of life and death.
Even Lin Fan, with cultivation at this level, could do nothing!
He had become an immortal, but what of his closest kin? They were all buried in the passing years, leaving him with two trails of tears forever after. Even thinking of it was sorrowful.
"The seven emotions and six desires, the countless faces of the mortal world... since ancient times, those who became immortals have rarely found fulfillment, and I have missed far too much..."
Lin Fan murmured, looking back over his life with a hollow sense of loss, filled with regret.
Only on the day he became an immortal did he understand what he had lost and what he had missed. Cultivating to become an immortal was not necessarily a good thing.
Endless campaigns, slaughter all along the way-the cruelty had outweighed the joy.
"Becoming an immortal... if I could choose again, sometimes being a carefree mortal wouldn't