Might as well return...
Thinking about the scene twenty years later, he suddenly felt a collapse of faith, as if all his hard-won efforts amounted to nothing. His hopes shattered like bubbles, leaving him facing fragments that brought him deep melancholy...Should he continue?
He's drunk!
Xiao Chen was indeed drunk.
His mind was in chaos, his thoughts rambling, his cultivator's equanimity lost in this moment.
He actually began to question whether his cultivation had any meaning.
Longevity? To share the same lifespan as the heavens and the earth, shine as bright as the sun and the moon, look down upon all beings from high above from now to eternity.
But what else could there be?
The mind of the heavens is unpredictable, the feelings of immortals cold as frost.
Constantly accompanied by chilliness and solitude, is this the ultimate outcome?
