"The curse of cultivating immortality."
At this moment, Jian Yunshan no longer cared how his demonic body appeared to others or how he fought; he was simply savoring his life in silence. The few words he finally spoke were heavy with a profound desolation.
This was the curse of cultivation. When one’s strength is weak, a full meal is enough to satisfy the soul. Yet, as one’s power grows, the things capable of bringing genuine joy dwindle. Once one reaches the Postnatal Realm, do mundane riches or ordinary authority still stir the spirit or ignite that sense of vigor?
Chapter 314