"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?”

The heavy, ancient metal door creaked open, releasing a gust of stagnant air. A faint hiss followed as pressurized steam escaped, and then the figures emerged—towering beings with curved, horned heads and armor dyed a deep, sinister crimson. Their armor plates clinked and scraped against one another as they stepped forward, their presence alone exuding menace and pride.


"Haah~ I almost forgot what fresh air smells like!" one of them bellowed, spreading his muscular arms wide as if to embrace the ruined world before him. His rough voice cracked like thunder in the empty wasteland.


"How long have we been drifting in space?" another grumbled, his tone carrying a weary amusement.


"I don't know," the first replied with a sharp laugh, "but who cares? We're back—all of us! Hahaha!"


Chapter 1750 - Return to Verilion