Introduction to "Immortality is the Greatest Curse"
Shen Du always thought that he was just a loser with dull qualifications.
After three years of entry, his cultivation has not moved at all, his skills are forgotten immediately, and he can't even remember the starting position of the sword moves taught by his master. Everyone in the sect said there was something wrong with his brain, and he admitted it himself.
Until that rainy night, the master first expelled him from the school, and then fell on the mountain road covered in blood. Before he died, he gave him a jade slip——
The jade slips contained his own handwriting.
"The first time I met Master, he was wearing a gray robe and standing in the rain."
"I don't remember."
"The seventh time. This is the seventh time I've started from scratch."
Shen Du looked at those carvings and couldn't remember a single word.
He lived for thirty thousand years. Every time you live to be a thousand years old, your memory is completely erased. The people I loved, the promises I made, the hatred engraved in my bones—all returned to zero, like a piece of white paper that had been erased repeatedly.
But this time, someone left a golden mark on the back of his hand.
Someone has been waiting for him in this town for three lifetimes.
Someone would die in front of him every few decades, telling him with an unchanging look: "I've known you for a long, long time."
He still couldn't remember.
But he finally understood one thing -
He is not cultivating immortality. It was cultivating immortality that was killing him.
This eternal life is never a gift. Someone used him as a container to store a lie that lasted for 30,000 years.
Now, he wants to fight back.
"If I don't find the answer in the next life, I will go to the Soul-Suppressing Department."
"Remember this name."
——This is what he left to himself in his last life
