The So-Called Immortality

The third master smiled, he understood what Xuan Shui said about immortality. Even if the most powerful name is engraved on the most stubborn bluestone in the world, it will one day be corroded by time and wind and sand, and covered up by history and loess. No matter how many layers of coffins are used to wrap the stinking corpse, it will melt into the mud and turn into dust. Xuanshui's so-called immortality uses the sky as the coffin, the mud as the coffin, and a jujube tree planted on it. Even if the last person in the world who remembers him has disappeared, the land where he was buried will remember him, the jujube tree that drank his bones and blood will remember him, and the people who eat his fruit will remember him. Even if time passes, things change, and no matter how many people come and go, Xuanshui will always be remembered by the sun, moon, and stars.

Several chapters of this book have been blocked due to political sensitivity. I will revise them one day and publish them again.