"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?”

Sakaar walked slowly, his movements calm yet imposing, through a seemingly endless corridor. The passage was wide, the walls polished to a reflective sheen, built with such precision and craftsmanship that one could almost believe it had been designed for kings and emperors to tread upon. 


Though no sunlight could ever reach this deep underground, and not a single torch or lantern lined the way to provide light for travelers, there was no real need for such things... for none who dwelled here possessed eyes to see with in the first place.


Chapter 1594 - Polite plague