Smack...
Tong Yuan clutched the old man's arm in a death grip. Immortal blood bubbled wildly from the corners of his mouth as he rasped, his eyes unfocused, "Bing Wen, after I fall... bury me in the star sand... I, I only want to be buried there."
"I know..."
The old man's expression darkened as he reproached him. "I told you long ago to turn back. Through all those campaigns, how many old friends have died, how many juniors have perished before their time? And now even you have ended up in this wretched state."
"Heh..."
Tong Yuan of the Immortal Clan gave a strained, cold laugh. "Back when those demonic beasts rode on our heads, I swore I would cultivate and change my fate. Better a moment of glory than a whole lifetime of miserable mediocrity. Why would they blame me...!"
They had truly ridden on their heads and shit on them. It was a dark history they could not bear to revisit.
The old man gave him a long look. "Cultivation, it seems, is not entirely a blessing. At the very least, the person you once were has already died on this immortal path. That long immortal path increases one's strength, but it seems it also destroys one's true nature."
With that said.
He left some immortal treasures beside Tong Yuan.
Tong Yuan's hand fell away. His clouded eyes still brimmed with bitter unwillingness. He was one of the world's supreme powerhouses, a bearer of the longevity Dao. He had once fought his way into the magnificently glorious Eternal Immortal Frontier and taken part in every great affair of the world.
All because of a single punch...
He had fallen!
He could not accept it.
Yet his clouded eyes could no longer see the immortals who had already