"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how.
But glory… glory is the answer.
Glory will outlive flesh and bones.
Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality."
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Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it.

"Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!"

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“…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

After nearly twelve long years— Year 555 After the Coronation—


within the Mid Regions of Sector 100—


Claaaang… clatter… metal grinding like thunder.


Caesar stood motionless, yet his presence alone felt like a silent command over the raging chaos that unfolded beneath him. His hands rested calmly behind his back—an emperor observing fate itself unfold.


He wore his epic armor: a polished black-gold set forged from arcane alloys and infused with ancient Shaping inscriptions. Under the dim battlefield sky, the armor didn't just reflect the light—it consumed it, bending it subtly as if space itself acknowledged his authority. Behind him, his golden cloak billowed like a living flame, the symbol of the Black Flame Insignia burning at its center.


Chapter 1766 - First Army Crisis