Nine Heavens and All Realms

Cicadas chirp for a summer but not for autumn, and a person's life span is not even a hundred... What is the purpose of practice? Is it to bloom like cicadas and shine for a moment, or to pursue a long road of life and move forward alone... When you stand at the top and look back, things have changed and people have changed. After all, you will move forward lonely with regrets... But you have to remember that there are countless sages who have shed their lives and blood standing at the forefront, continuing this ancient road with their flesh and blood... And they are just waiting for one after another to travel together... (Not time travel! Not rebirth!)