After a Thousand Years of Cultivation, I Forgot the Way Home

Immortality comes at a price.

By the time Lu Chen learned this, it was already too late.

At eighteen, he saw someone flying across the sky. A man in gray robes told him he had no spiritual root and was unworthy of cultivating immortality. But Lu Chen didn't care whether he was worthy. He cared about just one thing: how to fly.

Deep in the mountains, he found a bamboo scroll inscribed with the words, “Don't cultivate immortality.” Four characters were carved into the cave wall: “Immortality means death.”

But he cultivated anyway. Because he had heard two words that no one else could hear: the price.

When he broke through to Qi Refining, he lost his childhood. When he broke through to Foundation Establishment, he forgot his family. When he broke through to Golden Core, his friendships were erased. With each step higher, another piece of his memory disappeared. He wanted to know what would be left when he reached the end.

Mo Wen called him crazy. Lin Yue said he'd die on the road sooner or later. Jian Wushuang said he wasn't fit to be a cultivator.

Lu Chen didn't care.

He wanted neither recognition, friendship, nor love. He wanted immortality, even if the price was becoming a breathing stone.