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Ti, like a cogwheel, spins ceaselessly.
In the blink of an eye, Milton Cheney has been free from the confusion of the womb for over ten years.
Ten years have passed.
Verdant Mountain, Erald Cloud Sect.
In a mountain stream, Milton sits cross-legged beside a waterfall, green airflows encircling him.
Situated between Verdant Mountain and Misty Cloud Mountain, this stream is crossed by several brooks and rivers, and the waterfall rushes continuously.
A mysterious and tranquil aura blanketed Milton as the mountains around the stream were often engulfed in clouds and mist.
“Whoosh-”
After a mont, Milton exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the green airflows around him returned to his body.
Immortal Technique cultivation is never accomplished in one step; it requires a gradual accumulation of progress.
“The pace of my cultivation is too slow, perhaps I should try cultivating with the help of pills?”
Milton muttered to himself.
This world is vastly different from all the worlds he has reincarnated into before, with much of the distinction lying in its transcendent path of immortality, or cultivation path.
This world’s path of immortality does not have any boundary delineations.
Not even so basic boundary delineations exist, so Milton does not know how far he has progressed along the path of immortality.
Milton vaguely feels that his current self is akin to a Wizard Apprentice in the wizard’s realm.
However, different paths of cultivation cannot be directly compared to one another.
For instance, Milton, who has cultivated the Immortal Techniques for seven years, yet does not possess any fighting techniques
If he were to have a conflict with another now, the only ans available to him would be martial arts techniques.
He’s unable to mobilize any of the so-called Spiritual Power within his body.
It seems that the Immortal Beings in this world cultivate for self-cultivation and longevity.
“This doesn’t resemble the cultivation process from the novels of my past life.” Milton mused to himself.
Fighting techniques, treasures, paradise, murdering for treasures, pretending to be a pig in order to eat a tiger.
All these are absent.
The cultivation path in this world is extrely unusual.
Those who cultivate may not even beat an ordinary man from the marketplace.
Cultivation does not make a person stronger, it only lets them live longer.
Is this the mystique of the Immortal Beings?
Milton feels that Immortal Beings of this world, apart from living longer than ordinary people, do not seem to have any special qualities.
However, Milton did not have any feelings of disappointnt.
He felt that his vision might be too narrow now, preventing him from seeing higher possibilities.
Without further ado, Milton stood up, shook off his clothes, and left the stream.
“Senior Brother Cheney.”
As Milton walked back to his residence, he suddenly heard a voice calling out to him.
So Milton instinctively looked in the direction of the voice.
He saw David O’Connor carrying a bundle of belongings.
Seeing this, Milton asked, “Are you leaving the mountain?
The Erald Cloud Sect did not have many people, so Milton was acquainted with most of them.
“Yes, Senior Brother Cheney, I don’t have any talent for the path of immortality, so I must leave.”
“It seems that my childhood dream of achieving immortality will remain unfulfilled.”
David O’Connor said pensively.
He had only joined the Erald Cloud Sect two years ago, and he couldn’t stay any longer.
These two years, he only had two feelings.
That is, monotony and boredom.
If cultivating immortality is just for extending one’s lifespan, why not live life to its fullest earlier?
He’d rather not live these few extra years.
His family was not short of money, he had co to terms with it now.
He had no ambition for immortality, leaving earlier might be the best decision.
Getting married and enjoying life could also be a good life.
“I will walk you out.”
Milton said, not trying to persuade him otherwise.
Milton helped David carry so belongings, then sent him down the mountain.
The mountain trail was steep, but Milton traversed it with ease, as if walking on a flat ground.
“Thank you, Senior Brother Cheney, perhaps only soone like you can venture further on the path of immortality.”
“The dream of living forever is now yours.”
David laughed, then waved goodbye to Milton.
Milton watched David’s retreating figure for a few seconds, then turned and headed back up the mountain.
If he had not reincarnated into this world but had traveled directly here, would he choose to embark on the path of immortality?
Milton did not know, because there were no ‘ifs’.
In the past seven years, people from the Erald Cloud Sect have co and gone, and Milton has grown accustod to it.
At just eighteen years old, Milton, who has only spent seven years in the Erald Cloud Sect, has already beco the Senior Brother.
Countless people ca to the Erald Cloud Sect in pursuit of immortality for various reasons, but they all left due to various reasons.
There was one main reason.
What’s the use of cultivating immortality?
If cultivating immortality is only for a vague lifespan, what’s the point of investing one’s entire life in the path of cultivation?
Even if it allows for a longer life, it would still be dull.
Back at his residence, Milton made so simple food and began eating.
Those who cultivate immortality, regardless of how far they have walked on the path of immortality, cannot avoid grains.
In other words, even if one stands at the pinnacle of this world, even if they have lived for tens of thousands of years, cultivationists still have to eat.
After finishing the al, Milton took out a porcelain bottle.
After opening the bottle cap, a bitter sll lingered around Milton’s nose.
He poured a pill from the bottle into his palm, swallowed it, and then quickly started cycling the Erald Cloud Immortal Technique.
Taking pills!
Ti flies, and another ten years have swiftly passed.
Erald Cloud Sect, within a bamboo forest.
Milton looked at the old man before him, a touch of surprise flashing in his eyes.
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