Tan Shuchang had been cultivating for twenty-one years.
I had become an immortal.
...
Standing upside down in the last place left after the universe had first unfolded, Tan Shuchang suddenly felt like writing a diary entry, but he hardly began when he realized he didn't know how to continue.
Because there was no need to continue writing.
Initially, he started writing out of personal habit and to document his impressive achievements. After all, the purpose of keeping a diary was often meant for others to read.
Otherwise, how would the diaries of some famous people have been passed down?
Of course, in this world of immortal cultivation, what often circulated were cultivation notes, records of wandering, and the like. Although different from diaries, the nature of what was left behind wasn't very different.
Tan Shuchang felt a slight sense of loss at this moment, yet deep inside, he was profoundly calm.
