Qinghe Immortal Cultivation Record

That year, the young man heard someone say: There are mountains beyond the mountains, and there is a sky beyond the sky. If you find the true immortal, you can live forever and be free in the world. The boy believed it. He packed up his luggage, said goodbye to his old friend, and left without looking back. After walking through his life, he finally understood—— There are no immortals in this world. The so-called immortal road is just a dead end paved by the predecessors for future generations. The further you go, the harder it is to look back; the longer you practice, the more you lose. He has seen masters and apprentices kill each other for the sake of immortality, he has seen "real people" disappear into ashes during their ascension, he has seen the densely packed names on the sect's ruined monuments - every one of them was a poor person who believed this. And he is just one of them. Many years later, a drunken guest lay in the post office, watching the window lattice wither, and listening to Zigui's cry: "It's better to go back." At that moment, he burst into tears. "It's not that I don't want to return... It's that I have nowhere to return."