Longevity: Starting with Only One Life, Cultivation Depends Entirely on Survival

Jiang Mu opened his eyes again, 100,000 years later.

In 100,000 years, Jiang Mu only refined one-tenth of the black sword. He was still sitting under the ancient Bodhi tree, surrounded by silence, as if he was the only one.

Now his cultivation has been raised to the quasi-emperor realm, and his endurance has been greatly improved.

The black sword is blending with Jiang Mu's soul. Now his soul is at its weakest, and he has become even crazier.

Perhaps sleeping all the time is the best way, but Jiang Mu still can't help but open his eyes to see.

Although he can't sense the outside world, he feels like a long time has passed.

The first time he opened his eyes, Jiang Mu found that there was a chopping board in front of him, with nine square boxes on it, sealed by spiritual power.

Jiang Mu was a little curious, so he opened the first box, which contained a letter.

When he opened it, he saw familiar words.

"My child, when you see this letter, I have already ascended to heaven.

I have too many things to say to you, but your Senior Brother Kun said that you are at a critical moment of cultivation now and should not be awakened easily.

Thinking carefully, although I have many things to say to you, they are all repetitive words, and the bottom line is nothing more than two words: lucky.

I was born in a mortal family of poor peasants, and by chance I entered the path of cultivation.

As a mortal, I envied the immortals for being able to travel the world, and when I became a Qi Refiner, I envied the foundation building, and when I became a foundation building, I envied the golden elixir...

The desires of cultivators are more and greater than those of mortals.

In the past, I always said, no If you don't fight, what can you do to practice? But you have never done it. It is you, kid, who made me realize it.

There is no immortality in the path of practice, and there is an end.

Having come to this point today, I am very satisfied. I don't have too many thoughts. I am very happy to be with you kids.

Kid, you still have a long way to go. I am not strong enough and can't guess where your future path is, but I think it must be beyond my imagination.

In my life, I will accompany you, Xiao Mu, to this place. If there are really immortals in this world, you can go and see them for me. ————Qingxuan"

Jiang Mu put down the letter in his hand, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Although he had guessed these possibilities, when it really happened, Jiang Mu still felt powerless.

After carefully putting the first letter away, Jiang Mu opened the second letter.

This is a letter from the eldest brother He Xiuyuan.

"Junior Brother Jiang, your crazy appearance makes me a little worried, so I specially left this letter. I don't know when you will see it.

We have died several times in Junior Brother Jiang's heart. This time we are really dead. It's a bit disappointing to say, but I think we should be happy.

Because we died of old age and died for a good reason.

After spending my life with Junior Brother Jiang, my life has been very complete. Now I have become a person with a story on Junior Brother Jiang's face. If you have descendants, you can tell them our story.

Life and death are reincarnation, please don't worry about it.

By the way, if there are immortals in this world, Junior Brother Jiang, you can experience it for the eldest brother. - He Xiuyuan"

The third letter was from the second senior brother, and he left very few words.

"Junior Brother Jiang, this is the last time I cook for you."

Then there was a grilled fish and a book of his cooking insights left in the box.

The fourth letter was left by the third senior brother Fang Yuan, and the words were also very brief.

"Junior Brother Jiang, we cultivators fight for longevity with the heaven and earth. You have done this better than me. I don't have anything good to leave for you.

"I just hope that you will have a smooth journey in your cultivation and see a higher world for us. - Fang Yuan"

After putting down these letters, Jiang Mu was already filled with emotion.

For Jiang Mu, the people of Qingxuan Sect are his relatives in this world.

For everyone's messages, there is also a tone of elders to juniors.

But from now on, no one will treat him as a junior. Unknowingly, he has become the oldest person.

"Master, brothers, have a good journey."

Jiang Mu laughed. The eldest brother was right. He should not be sad, but relieved. In the words of mortals, this is also a happy funeral.

Next, Jiang Mu looked at the remaining unsealed letters, feeling uneasy, wondering which old friends would leave them.