I have lived too many lives.
He has been a general, a businessman, a cultivator, and a Buddha. I practice hard every life, but I fall short in every life. The passage to ascension was closed, the system of cultivating immortals was cut off, and I couldn't keep anything.
In this life, I am tired.
I just want to be an ordinary person - the son of Lu Jianguo and Zhang Xiulan, an ordinary primary school student.
But my father was beaten, my mother was pushed, and someone wanted to demolish our home.
I endured it.
Here they come again.
I looked at my dad's hands in his sleeves and at the scar on my mom's forehead, and remembered that I had endured the same thing 1,200 years ago. As a result, the bandits came, the plague came, and it is like this in every life - you don't want to fight, but someone forces you to fight.
All right.
I fix it.
Not for ascension, not for immortality, not for being an ancestor.
It's for my dad's hand that was shrunk in his sleeve.
——In the Age of Ending Dharma, the golden elixir is the ceiling, and all immortal cultivators are stuck in the golden elixir for thousands of years and cannot break through.
Only I know how to break through.
Because I tried. More than once.
