Gu Changsheng was already three thousand years old when he died.
Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core… Tribulation Crossing, Ascension.
Everyone said that ascension meant eternal life.
But only when he reached the final step did he discover that so-called ascension did not mean leaving the world. It meant merging with it completely, until there was no longer anyone called “Gu Changsheng.”
So he stopped.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his youth.
His parents were still alive, and his hometown was still there. In this life, he wanted only to stay by their side and live in peace.
No master, no sect, no fighting over opportunities, and certainly no cultivating immortality.
But he soon discovered that some things had not gone back in time with him.
The long-dormant stone tablet on the back mountain suddenly began to reveal its writing.
The people he had grown up with seemed, intentionally or otherwise, to have forgotten the same person.
And the events that had already happened in his previous life were quietly changing in this one.
Gu Changsheng gradually understood:
His return might be the greatest variable in this world.
Or perhaps some things had been waiting for him to return and uncover the truth from the very beginning.
In this life, he did not want to walk that path again.
He only wanted to know:
If a person does not cultivate immortality, can they still find another way forward?
