"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?”

Somewhere in the Middle Belt — Sector 100


A tremendous mass of people with bushy tails and elongated ears erupted into chaos, scattering in every possible direction like a disturbed colony of ants after a flood of water strikes their nest… yet not all of them sought escape. 


"Where are the cannons?! Where are the damned cannons?!"


A wave of soldiers surged onto the battlements of the towering city walls. Unlike the civilians, their tails were larger, thicker, and more numerous, their facial structures holding more human-like sharpness, betraying the thicker density of their bloodline. And yet—even with their hardened bodies and training—their voices cracked and their steps trembled, revealing fear no lesser than the terrified masses fleeing below.


Chapter 1590 - Wrath of the Vixen - I