I was an ordinary mortal. After enduring countless hardships in the world of men, I finally ascended to the immortal realm, a place everyone yearned to reach, thanks to my unbreakable will and a few strokes of fortune.
When I first arrived, I was entranced by everything: the mist-shrouded immortal mountains, the shimmering pools of spiritual energy, and the immortals in flowing robes, surrounded by an aura of spiritual energy. I thought I had entered a paradise, but as time passed, I began to realize how dull the immortal realm was.
Time here seemed to stand still. There was eternal peace and serenity, with none of the life and death, joys and sorrows, or partings and reunions of the mortal world. The immortals had all transcended the mundane. Anything could be achieved with a simple spell, leaving them no goals to pursue and no reason to strive. Every day, they either cultivated in seclusion in their own caves or clinked cups at banquets in the immortal palaces, discussing the same old cultivation insights and ancient legends.
In my own immortal residence, I gazed at the spiritual plants glowing softly and felt an inexplicable restlessness well up inside me. No matter how carefully I tended them, they simply grew as expected, never offering the slightest surprise. Life in the immortal realm was just the same: everything followed a predetermined course, without a ripple.
One day, I could no longer contain my frustration. I left my residence and wandered through the clouds of the immortal realm. In the distance, several immortals sat leisurely on a cloud, playing chess. Their faces wore the same serene smiles as always, but their eyes were empty. I greeted them, yet couldn’t bring myself to join their game.
The structure is clear. Most of the blessings of good people are left to future generations. [Bookshelf Plus One][Grass Planted][Petrochemical]