"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?”

"Ah!" Robin jolted upright with a sharp gasp, eyes stretching wide open like someone surfacing from a deep dreamless void, then began looking around in utter confusion.


Jabba stood right beside him with a wide, satisfied grin plastered across his face, while Shaddad and Althera were also nearby, lingering anxiously. When they noticed he'd finally regained consciousness, both immediately stepped forward with visible relief softening their expressions.


"What… happened…" Robin murmured, shaking his head vigorously, trying to pull back fragments of memory that were blurry and scattered, then slowly raised his hand and touched his cheek with suspicion. "Why does it feel… like someone slapped me repeatedly…"


Chapter 1698 - The third