"Back then, I was actually just a little brat from an ordinary small mountain village."
"Although life was somewhat tough back then, it was definitely happy."
"Later... a group of bandits came."
The Demon Lord glanced at Chen Feng, and Chen Feng nodded; this was the illusion he had experienced in the dense forest village.
"Unlike the illusion you experienced, I almost lost my life that time."
"In the end, on the mountaintop, it was a passing cultivator who saved me."
The Demon Lord said with a chuckle, his expression somewhat wistful, but Chen Feng also saw a hint of nostalgia.
"That cultivator actually wasn't very strong, but he was quite nice to me."
"He taught me cultivation and treated me like his own son."
"But... his talent for cultivation was very poor... Eventually, it was just me left."
The Demon Lord sighed.
"Upon reflection, it must have been since that time that I developed an obsession with immortality."
"Later, I stumbled upon a cultivation technique."
