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Previously, I stood by and watched, and just now I struck down directly. Your words are contradictory and disjointed.
Elder Tong smiled with understanding. "Look at me, this is my true appearance. This place is too barren to support my cultivation any longer; my lifespan is nearing its end. Before I die, killing this Abomination with my own hands is a fitting end for me."
Once again, Elder Tong's expression turned desolate. "I have been stranded here for thousands of years, and during this time, I have never had contact with the immortals who left. Perhaps it is because of this Sky Path; they do not speak of whether they are alive or dead. Or perhaps they simply do not care about me."
What could I expect? I am merely a lowly Divine General. If I hadn't been curious and drawn closer to see the excitement, I wouldn't have been caught up in this place, unable to leave for eternity.
"Listen to your tone of complaint. When the Cursed Dragon wanted to collaborate with you, did you truly not feel tempted?"
"Of course I was tempted!" Elder Tong's eyes burned with anger, yet his face remained calm. Who wouldn't want to be among the elite? Being abandoned here has severed all my paths forward and affected my lifespan—how could I not be moved?
They promised me that I only needed to stay here for a hundred years, and after that, I would act as a guide to open the Ascension Well. Once they dealt with the Cursed Dragon, they would come to retrieve me.
I was merely a low-ranking Divine General among Deities. If I succeeded in my task, I could transcend the Deity level and become a higher Heavenly Lord—this was their promise to me!
How many people spend their entire lives unable to touch the edge of Heavenly Lord? The opportunity was right in front of me; how could I not be tempted? Besides, it was only a hundred years! I could endure!
But I waited and waited, and they never came.
At first, I was filled with extreme resentment. Every day felt like madness; I nearly fell into demonic paths. Later, I met an Enlightened Monk whose Sutra calmed my agitation. In the human world, I gained power and influence, but the intrigue was something I truly disliked.
The Upper Realm must be similar; the higher one’s status, the fiercer the competition. With someone like me—who could be easily swayed by mere words—how could I possibly compete against them? The final outcome might be even worse than that of the Cursed Dragon.
I comforted myself this way, and eventually endured through the hardest days. The passage of time and continuous aging are the greatest forget-me-nots. My memory has been fading recently; my time is limited, so why waste it on resentment? Each day is a chance to earn another day of life; can’t we just enjoy ourselves?
It sounds reasonable enough.
"Oh dear!" Elder Tong feigned weakness. "My old bones can't stand for much longer after standing here with you for so long."
"Have you all not fasted yet? After nearly a day of battle, you must be starving."
"I’ve indulged in my appetite these past few years and have grown quite fond of good food and drink. Why not join me for a few drinks before deciding whether to stay?"
"Perhaps my repeated invitations make you uncomfortable; it's just that I haven't seen such young and talented cultivators in years. Seeing you reminds me of my younger self, which makes me want to draw closer."
"Just pity this old man who has little time left, will you?"
Sang Qingxiao should comply.
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