The ground lay littered with three cracked bones, devoid of the rich vitality of immortal essence, nearing decay. If discovered in the future, who would imagine that these remains once belonged to immortals? In the end, they returned to the earth, just like mortals. 1

"Throughout history, in this world of mortals, eras have come and gone, heroes have risen, and great epochs have been witnessed. You, with your extraordinary talents, chose cultivation, secluded in deep mountains, missing countless splendid moments. What regrets did you harbor? Yet, in the end, it was all for naught."0

Wang Xuan shook his head, feeling a mixture of pity and sorrow for their fate. He buried the bones under soil and rocks in the mountainside.0

"Still, many continue to tread this almost illusory path, and I am one of them, joining even as the era of transcendence collapses. How incurable."0

Wang Xuan smiled wryly at himself. Perhaps the pursuit of immortality starts as a childhood dream: to escape the bonds of life and death, to soar to the heavens, to wander the lands of myth. From the Guanghan Palace on the moon to the summit of Mount Wu, every place has its own story.0

Despite the fading of many realms and the destruction of immortal lands, those on this path remain persistent, clinging to the hope of continuing their journey.1

Even as the transcendent rapidly crumbles, they strive forward, cherishing a glimmer of hope that the mythic might be reborn. Some even aspire to create a new world, to become Buddhas or ancestors, transcending all.0

"Hongmeng species, Nine Heavens,...0