Cultivating Immortality: Born with a Heavenly Water Spirit Root

“Cultivation, cultivation. They call it cultivation, but what you’re really after is immortality. No one wants to spend a thousand years for nothing, only to die in the end and have it all amount to nothing. And the end of cultivation is simply to live on alone, unable to die even if you want to.” “Living alone is still better than dying young.” The boy spat out the grass stem he had been chewing and patted the rusty iron sword at his waist. “Old man, you can’t even remember who you are anymore. You should talk less.” The iron sword at his waist trembled slightly, and an old sigh came from within it. “If you ask me, the path of cultivation can only end in tragedy.” “Betrayal by friends and family, the loss of loved ones. In the end, you’re the only one left in this world. You may have countless abilities, but there’s no one left to share them with...” “Just wait. You’ll find out what it feels like.”