On the day I entered the sect, Jiang Yunjian asked me, what is becoming an immortal?
I wonder if you are asking the right person. Who else knows better than the author the bloody nature of the world she writes about?
So I looked up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle, pretending to be serious and said: "Becoming an immortal is like tombs. You are outside and we are inside."
Damn, there's a word for it.
One word becomes a prophecy.
Not very serious, very frivolous. Attack v. Force value is max. If you don't accept it, you will suffer.
Intention: Death is not terrible, we will eventually accept death calmly