Live Until Death

I once thought that people lived just for themselves. Stealing secrets from the master's sect, betraying the right path, joining the Demon Cult - as long as I can become stronger, I will do anything. I have spent thousands of years living like an isolated island. Ruthless, desireless, invincible. Later, I met a group of fools. They were ridiculously weak, but they dared to draw swords against the immortals and demons in the sky; they were so poor, but they gave me the last spiritual stone to heal my wounds; when they called me "companion", there was no calculation in their eyes, only light. I wanted to take advantage of them and leave. But the moment they fell one by one, my hand holding the sword suddenly stopped functioning. Looking back on my past, I have calculated for thousands of years and have never made a loss-making transaction. But this time, I want to bet my life in exchange for them seeing spring flowers bloom again. I was once shrewd and just wanted to live; Now that you are willing to die, you can truly begin to live.