Exhausted for hundreds of thousands of years.
In the end, still unable to comprehend the path of the True Immortal.
In fact, not even any hope in sight, not even one percent chance. It's as ridiculous as a cicada wishing to live a century.
The green-clothed youth's hair was white, wrinkles crossed his face, silent and speechless.
A sense of desolation and bleakness unknowingly spread to all directions, infecting all beings. The entire Dream Realm billions of creatures simultaneously felt a sense of bleakness and estrangement, remarkably eerie.
"Master, no need to be sad."
"Immortality is like the moon reflected in water, the flower mirrored in the glass. Throughout generations countless elites and outstanding individuals have been unable to approach it even slightly."
