Centuries of magnificent, turbulent history were condensed into a few quintessential fragments.
In the interweaving flashes of light and shadow, it was as if he had relived his entire life.
Du Youqian, however, felt no particular emotion about it.
In the two-hundred-odd years he had spent as one of the Living Dead, he had already reviewed his life's experiences countless times.
He admitted there were things he had handled improperly, moments where he could have done better.
But on the whole, he had worked hard enough in this life.
For a Mortal, born in the morning to die at dusk, a life spent pursuing happiness would be enough.
After all, who could know whether tomorrow or an accident would arrive first.
But Du Youqian pursued the Dao of eternity.
With a cheat like his, not pursuing eternity would be simply absurd.
The values of one who could attain Longevity and Vision were naturally different from those of one born to die within a day.
