"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?”

Twenty years later—Year 430 after the Coronation.


After long minutes of heavy silence, Robin finally lifted his hand away from Jabba's chest. His eyes opened slowly, then a clap followed with a faint smile tugging at his lips.


"Well then, it's done. His life artery has been completely replenished, not a single drop left unattended. This part of the process is fully complete," he said, tapping his own cheek as his gaze roamed over Jabba's frail, aged body. "But now we still need to deal with his appearance. He's still a young man at heart, someone who deserves the chance to find a wife and start a family. Looking like this, though? Hah, this face won't help him in the slightest on that mission!"


Chapter 1597 - A deal with the little spirit