After that, Li Changsheng began telling his own story.
Unlike Su Changge, Li Changsheng had not been born into a powerful clan with a background that could be called invincible.
On the contrary, his life had been rather turbulent.
His life had been one of wandering hardship.
He had been born in an extremely ancient Small Mountain Village.
Just after he was born, both his parents passed away.
Because his family was desperately poor and there was no one to care for him, he contracted an eye disease at the age of five and completely lost his sight.
Later, after growing up on the charity of countless households, he was struck by an incurable illness at the age of twelve.
From childhood, he had been plagued by disease, lonely and helpless, tasting all the bitterness of the Mortal Realm.
Countless people had once told him, "The Mortal Realm is full of suffering. In your next life, do not come back."
"But who told me to be named Li Changsheng?"
"Since I had borne this name from childhood, then when I grew up, I naturally had to seek the legendary Longevity Dao and become an immortal who lived forever."
"Even if I could not see this Mortal Realm, I still wanted to experience it properly. After all, if I could attain longevity, I would have all the time in the world to experience it."
With such conviction supporting him, that little boy, plagued by illness since childhood and robbed of both eyes, picked up a branch beneath the Willow Tree at the village entrance and pointed it straight at the heavens.
He proclaimed boldly, "With the sword dao, I seek longevity; one day, I shall ascend beyond the nine heavens and soar among the clouds!"
If he had lost his eyes,