The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 899 - 494: To... Live (Third Update, Pink Ticket Req

Changtian gave her a faint, bitter smile, pointing to the giant water clock in the corner of the palace: "I sit here and watch it trace through thirty-one thousand three hundred seventy-five years and ten hours of ti. The person who built this water clock went to great lengths so that it would continue to operate normally for thirty thousand years, all just to make feel that every second trapped here is unbearably long."

Her grip on the corner of Changtian’s sleeve suddenly tightened, but she said nothing.

"I sit here and watch the Gods and Demons imprisoned here fall one by one, ravaged by ti until death. Until the last prisoner died and turned to bones, I still sit here, my days feeling like years, waiting to go down together with the God Demon Prison." He closed his eyes and said, "Ning Xiaoxian, do you know the taste of solitude? More terrifying than being in Purgatory, it’s the pain one wishes to escape even through death."

He gave a self-mocking smile: "My True Body is a giant snake, and this External Body also inherited the habit of hibernation. During these thirty thousand years, I spent over half the ti asleep, otherwise, I would have long succumbed to the Heart Demon and ended up mad. Yet even in the small portions of ti when I was awake, I was tempted several tis to Self-Destruct my Primordial Spirit—Yin Jiu You couldn’t kill , but I could. It’s a pity I wasn’t as brave as I imagined, always shrinking back at the last mont."

He stroked Ning Xiaoxian’s soft hair and said, "Girl, the first ti you accidentally wandered into the God Demon Prison, you happened to wake from a three-thousand-year slumber." Who could understand his ecstatic ntal state at that ti? Even if it was a mortal, as long as it was a living being, capable of movent and breath, capable of conversing with him, making him realize he finally escaped eternal solitude, he would feel gratitude towards Heaven.

Tears glimred in her eyes, yet she chuckled: "I rember. If only you were still asleep at that ti." She wouldn’t mind waking the sleeping handso man with a kiss, honestly.

Changtian murmured, "So you see, I’m not as strong and steadfast as you imagine..."

Ning Xiaoxian suddenly interrupted him, saying, "Where is the joy in life, and why fear death? Continuing to live is indeed much harder than choosing to die; otherwise, why would only cowards and weaklings commit suicide? Changtian, you didn’t Self-Destruct your Primordial Spirit, but instead finally waited for . I... am very glad!"

She held his hand and said, "In my hotown, a sage once said, ’Better a bad life than a good death,’ after all, living brings hope. As long as the Nanming Lihuo Sword still exists in this world, I will soday dig it out and put it in your hands! Even if it’s no longer here, we will co up with new ways to rescue you." She sniffed and said, "You taught , the number of Da Yan is fifty, but forty-nine is used. Even if Heaven cuts off all paths, we will seek out that elusive ’one’!"

He remained silent for a long ti.

She looked at him with concern, knowing Changtian always had deep scheming, and once such a person got entangled within themselves, she feared her power couldn’t persuade or soften.

Finally, Changtian opened his eyes, kissed her forehead: "The sage from your hotown, although their life wasn’t long, they had so insight... How long did you brew and rehearse these words in your stomach before speaking them? You’re usually not good at comforting people."

She blushed, slightly relieved, laughed awkwardly: "Ever since Qingluan left, I’ve been thinking about it. How about that, pretty convincing, right?"

What use is it to endlessly bla Heaven and others?

Earlier, she was almost defeated by frustration, her thoughts nearly scattered. Yet at the most miserable and desperate mont, she always rembered there was a man more miserable, more desperate than her, in need of comfort and guidance. Upon thinking of this, she rather beca clear. This result, they had envisioned it countless tis before, but when it truly arrived, it was still unbearably heavy.

However, although the purpose of this long westward journey wasn’t achieved, it does not an that suffering so much and walking such twisted paths is aningless! She is far from the Wu Xia A ng of those early days, now having loyal followers and ever-growing strength, the initial fear and loneliness upon arriving in this world long replaced by confidence and warmth.

As for the Nanming Lihuo Sword, so what if it can’t be found at the mont? As long as she lives another day, she won’t abandon this thought. Moreover, she is now at the Returning to Void Stage in cultivation, her life expectancy probably won’t be short.

Since embarking on the Immortal Path, one should understand how to choose wisely; it’s best to discard those negative emotions early.