Having Cultivated Immortality for a Thousand Years, I've Forgotten the Way Home

Immortality comes at a price.By the time Lu Chen learned of those words, it was already too late.When he was eighteen, he saw someone fly across the sky. The gray-robed man said he had no spiritual roots and was unworthy of cultivating immortality. But Lu Chen didn't care about being worthy or not—he only cared about one thing: how to fly.He found a bamboo scroll deep in the mountains with the words "Don't cultivate immortality" written on it. On the cave wall were carved four characters: "Longevity is death."But he still fixed it. Because he heard two words that others couldn't: cost.Breaking through the Qi Refining stage meant losing his childhood. Breaking through the Foundation Establishment stage meant forgetting his family. Breaking through the Golden Core stage meant erasing his friendships. With each step forward, a piece of his memory was lost. He wanted to know, at the very end of his cultivation, what would be left?Mo Wen said he was insane. Lin Yue said he would die on the road sooner or later. Jian Wushuang said he was unworthy to be a cultivator.Lu Chen didn't care.What he wanted was not recognition, not friendship, not love. What he wanted was immortality—even if the price was becoming a breathing stone.