Immortality has a price.
When Lu Chen knew this, it was already too late.
When he was eighteen years old, he saw someone flying across the sky. The man in gray robe said that he had no spiritual roots and was not worthy of cultivating immortality. But Lu Chen doesn't care about whether he's worthy or not - he only cares about one thing: how to fly.
He found a bamboo slip in the mountains with the words "Don't practice immortality" written on it. Four words are engraved on the cave wall - "Eternal life means death."
But he still repaired it. Because he heard two words that others could not hear: price.
Break through Qi training and lose your childhood. Break through the foundation and forget your loved ones. Break through the golden elixir and erase friendship. With every step forward, a piece of memory is lost. He wanted to know what would be left after cultivating to the end.
Mo Wen said he was crazy. Lin Yue said that he would die on the road sooner or later. Jian Wushuang said that he was not worthy of being a monk.
Lu Chen didn't care.
What he wants is not recognition, not friendship, not love. What he wants is immortality - even if the price is turning into a breathing stone.
