"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?”

"I would rather see the empire—and everyone within it—utterly vanish into dust!" Renara struck the massive table before her with a force that made the chamber echo. "My great-grandfather did not abase himself and toil for centuries to lay the foundation of some sordid nightclub! My father did not bleed and die upon the battlefield to preserve a brothel masked in imperial robes! And I—Renara, rightful Empress—will never allow myself to be seated upon a throne that rules nothing more than a den of shame. Our exalted, proud blood does not surge through our veins simply to be treated as cheap, open stock for others to indulge in!"


Chapter 1570 - Means