Chapter 311 – Polishing the Blade on a Tranquil Sea; Formless Nine by Nine Formless Blades - Part 1
Li Yuan, already a little tipsy, had been matching drinks with the young woman from the Tang Sect lodge.
It didn’t take long for Tang Pang to slump over the table, wheezing, “No more, no more! I can’t hold another drop!”
Li Yuan chuckled and moved to the window. Moonlight poured in; the night sky shimmered like a silver sea... Just another evening in what promised to be an endless life.
A thousand years from now, ten thousand, even a million...will these mountains still stand? Who will be sitting across from me then?
If he meant to avoid the loneliness of eternal life, he first had to wrest meaning out of the centuries—and that started with strength enough to strip away the world’s mysteries one layer at a time. Only when no one outmatched him and no secret eluded him would he decide how to spend eternity.
The prospect thrilled...and frightened him.
Li Yuan imagined making homes with many different people, pouring his heart into each one. He pictured slipping into new identities, acting out dazzling lives. But what if, one day, he simply grew tired? What if an ageless body carried a jaded soul? Then what?
The thought left him staring blankly into the night.
Everyone you know will eventually die. What’s the point of living on? Li Yuan used to have this thought when reading novels about the ageless Immortals in his past world.
Now, he realized such talk was just sour grapes from those denied the fruit. True Immortals were always eager for the next chapter. Give anyone an extra hundred years and they’d never say, One lifetime is enough.
Would he ever grow weary? Li Yuan didn’t know. What he did know was that for now the road ahead still filled him with anticipation.
Everything was only beginning, waiting for him to explore and witness.