A thousand paths contend, and the road to immortality is harsh.
After arriving in the world of cultivation, Lin Xuan chose the path of arduous cultivation early on. He cast aside worldly pleasures and kept clear of the sect's disputes.
Born with a straightforward nature, he was unmoved by tender advances and indifferent to the affection and favoritism others showed him. He focused solely on honing his cultivation and ascending to higher realms.
He thought that if he kept a low profile and bided his time, he could cultivate in peace, untouched by the passage of years.
He had no idea that a hidden current had already swept him up, and the web of fate was quietly tightening around him.
The autumn hunt's secret realm was thrown into chaos. A brutal massacre swept across the land, and those who had been by his side day and night fell one after another. Everything beautiful was shattered.
Under the weight of immense grief, his Dao heart shattered. The System that had accompanied him throughout his cultivation was sealed away, plunging him into utter despair.
The turmoil of the mortal world, the pursuit of others, grudges, obsessions, and entanglements all followed one after another.
Having witnessed life and death, and tasted despair to the bone, Lin Xuan had no room in his heart for anything else.
Love is not what I seek. Conflict is not what I desire.
Even if ten thousand people chase after me, I will walk alone through the mountains and wilds, cultivating without end, straight toward the supreme path to immortality.
