I Am Cursed with Immortality, and from the Start I Borrowed a Hundred Years of Cultivation

Ye Yang: Old man Heaven, lend me another hundred years of cultivation.

Heaven: Sage Ye, I can't lend you any more. The Heavenly Dao will collapse if I do.

Ye Yang: Useless.

Heaven had no way to explain its troubles.

It muttered to itself, Why does he sacrifice his lifespan every day and still not die?

There were several times when Heaven was sure his lifespan had run out, but the next day he was lively and full of vigor again.

Heaven couldn't make sense of it, no matter how hard it tried.

For hundreds of millions of years, it had only needed to pay a small price to enjoy delicious offerings. It had never imagined that one day someone would be able to milk it for all it was worth.

"The Great Mage Hong Yi of the Wentian Academy has come to seek the Dao."

"I won't see him."

Ye Yang was in no mood. Though invincible beneath the heavens, he still hadn't found the person who had cursed him.

He often stood upon the Great Dao, gazing into the depths of the starry sky. He always felt that someone was watching him.

He had asked countless times, "Who are you?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.