Within the final words of this passage, everyone seemed to see a tremendously impactful scene: an elderly man walking through ruins, traversing the earth, trying to save this civilization, writing these words with uninhibited strokes.

The elderly man stood alone outside the battlefield, witnessing yet another era of civilization's destruction, how lonely it was.

Unfortunately, he could not go, for his participation in the battle would not change anything.

Just like before, it was as though he was reading the last diary entry of an Immortal, during his conversation with Emperor Shiguang Zhizheng in the palace hall.

At the time of parting with this elderly man, Emperor Shiguang Zhizheng said:

"The best release from this world is death; Li Su and I have chosen our release, leaving only the strongest Immortal to bear the expectations of all living beings in history and suffer, for death is the true finality. In truth, I am far less than you. Being immortal is the cruelest curse in this world."

And before him, it was the same.

The Immortal is the most miserable, bearing the hopes of people from different eras, continuing to walk alone in the long dark night of humanity.

Walking alone along the long river of history, through chilling winds, past falling snow, witnessing the transitions of civilizations, as time flies, old friends leaving him one by one.

Emotions swelling, long unsettled.

All those reading the diary were filled with mixed emotions.

This elderly man walked eternally alone in the corridor of time, from the start of the New Era until now, having crossed eight hundred years.

Along the way, he has personally witnessed this world's indigenous humans, emerging from tribes, founding city-states, overthrowing slavery, establishing extraordinary power, attempting to voyage into the stars, through eight hundred long years of history.

Yet he only saw the Immortal's diary, continuing to write the epilogue of this era's destruction:

"A new round of destructive ruin era has begun, I stood among the winter snow, witnessing twelve new refugees, men and women, old and young, dividing Shiguang Blood Concealment Emperor's remains to eat in a hall within some ruins. Staring at this fragmented and dilapidated scene, I felt as if I had returned to the initial era, when a batch of mobs divided and ate three hundred queens to gain power. I couldn't help but ask myself: Has the world started its cycle anew?"

"New Calendar Year 800, in the five years following Day of Destiny, an unprecedented famine began to shroud the land, starving most of the small number of surviving people to truly restore the ecosystem. The next year, I found a tree-house tribe inside the Bronze Kingdom, animals like wolves and bears were increasing, nights became dangerous again, and people began living on trees, wearing animal skins to hunt. We took eight hundred years to turn monkeys into humans, but disaster only took a few years to turn people back into monkeys."

"New Calendar Year 819, in autumn, I discussed postnatal care of wild rabbits with a tribal leader, intending to restart animal husbandry. I felt this scene was familiar, and later the leader asked me to give him a name. I finally remembered where I knew it from, and I said: You shall be called Yunsa."

"August of 821, I heard those twelve individuals from back then are revered by tribes as the Twelve Ancestral Witches possessing the strongest power, preaching to the world that they inherited the power of the God of Heaven Opening, majestic and ancient, with noble bloodlines. The people quietly forgot that each of them was once a brute who shared and ate Shiguang Blood Concealment Emperor to seize power."

"Winter of 824, I discovered that over the past thirty years, a significant number of lion-men, werewolves, and tiger-men appeared, these are true Beastmen, perhaps the world is truly opening up some mysterious ancient barbaric age."

"New Year of 826, I accompanied the strong men in the Yunsa tribe to light simple firecrackers, experiencing a rare joyful New Year. The children in the tribe were always laughing happily, and this time I didn't sail far away because I believe this old barbaric age won't last long anymore, for we have become different."

"Spring of 828, I returned again, distantly seeing that old house under the green mountain, flowers blooming, fragrance everywhere. Yet I felt myself so out of place."

"Standing alone on the rooftop, gazing towards the once-torn sky, unknowingly, only I remained to overlook this expanding box world. No one else to discuss grand matters or yearn at the stars. Those who passed away in the eight hundred years kept flashing before my eyes. I knew, my era has come."

"Brother, don't know if you have been well over the years? Over these years, I no longer want to stay detached."

"I am about to complete all my accumulation, having endured suffering and tribulations in the flames of human life, establishing the true method of immortality, the qi* begins descending from the neck, I will finally establish my kingdom, truly manifest in the world of men, becoming a glorious flower like them, even if walking towards death, I still want to pursue it."

Crack!

Zhu Zhengwei closed the book.

But before Zhu Zhengwei could make any move, the audience started getting excited first.

"No! Don't enter the world, or you will end like Emperor Shiguang Zhizheng, Emperor Shiguang Blood Concealment, a lifetime of glory, then meet your own end!"

"Continue to hibernate, accumulating is the true way!"

"No, I think there is still hope, eight hundred years, enduring a full eight hundred years, witnessing friends and old comrades leaving one by one, yet continue to endure in the next era? I don't think that's good!"

Some people couldn't help but exclaim, discuss, unwilling to see even this Immortal pass away completely.

Whoosh!

"So noisy." Zhu Zhengwei plucked this Immortal Herb, directly crushed it, and continued to make tea.

The world suddenly quieted down.

Zhu Zhengwei reopened the diary, showing a thoughtful expression.

He knew Zhang Zhi's character well, always very steady. He said he found the path to immortality, perhaps he really found it, confident in entering the world.

Qi descending to the neck, it seems he is set on taking the most difficult orthodox path.

Though difficult, he has Immortal Herb to prolong his life, even if he fails, there's still a way out.

This eight-hundred-year immortal having accumulated so much, about to enter the world, the world will likely witness a true, incredible mythical golden age starting because of it.

In Zhu Zhengwei's several contemplations, he thought, and in the diary he replied:

"To live long and see far, follow your heart's desire, there's no need for much concern."

Closing the diary, he returned it to the hidden compartment.

Zhu Zhengwei slowly and steadily left the house, closing the old wooden door with a "Fu" character pasted on it.

He walked step by step down the mountain, along the rugged path, the rain had stopped, yet the road had become muddy. He walked all the way to the foot of the mountain, saw a wild grass again, but paid it no mind, continuing to walk forward, calmly thinking: "Third brother enters the world, I too shall soon reincarnate, to live anew for another life. With the two of us entering the world, indeed a new grand era is coming."

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