"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?”

Ranther frowned for a few moments, his gaze drifting far into the distance, then finally he drew in a slow breath, returned his focus forward, and gestured lightly toward a nearby seat,


"Do as you please." Glathion waved his hand with visible irritation, not even bothering to mask the tension in his posture.


"I'll speak to you honestly," Ranther said as he lowered himself into the seat with calm dignity, resting one arm on the armrest as if he were settling into a long conversation, "none of the wing leaders are happy with what's happening. We've been dragged by the neck from one war to another since the moment we joined, and not just any wars… massive ones, chaotic ones, wars that reshape sectors. Wars we haven't been involved in anything like for tens of thousands… or even millions of years."


Chapter 2160 - Power Tax-2