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Chapter 663 Chasing the Sun and Moon

However, for Li Qi, death did not mean the end, but a new beginning. Once again, he transformed into the larva of a mayfly.

Another three years of dormancy and growth, another day of ascension to heaven, another pursuit of the sun and moon—this seems to be a cycle once again.

It's a cycle!
"And here we are again, mayflies chasing the sun and moon, what a coincidence..."

The great cultivator, who had been in seclusion for many years on a lonely hill by the water, once again noticed this unusual mayfly.

She has been in seclusion here for a long time. The scenery remains unchanged throughout the ages. Every year at a fixed time, a large number of mayflies emerge from their chrysalis, living only a day and dying without exception.

But now, something different has suddenly appeared here, even if it's just a different mayfly.

"Is breaking free from one's original destiny a form of defying fate?!"

she whispered.

In the blink of an eye, several decades have passed. She has seen the mayfly soaring through the sky more than a dozen times. In her mind, there seems to be an undying obsession that is reincarnating among the mayflies, living and dying, eternally unyielding.

Her emotions were also fluctuating, and she kept observing, but she didn't find anything special.

After all, if there were truly divine wonders, then even a mayfly that soars through the sky wouldn't be born in the morning and die in the evening...

Then came several decades, with a three-year cycle. Each time, there was always a day when a mayfly broke free from its original destiny and kept climbing upwards.

Over the course of more than a hundred years, the great cultivators who secluded themselves here have also cultivated the Dao they desired, and are now going out to pursue the immortal path.

This world is vast and boundless, giving birth to many mysteries. At the same time, every tens of thousands of years, a true immortal is born, invincible for a hundred thousand years, and then ascends to heaven and perishes.

Even immortals are not immortal, nor are they indestructible.

Even so, it still drives countless geniuses to pursue it relentlessly.

The great cultivator departed to pursue his own path.

And in a quiet corner of this world, the story of the mayfly continues.

Every three years is a cycle, flying into the sky again and again, and falling back to the earth again and again, all of it seems meaningless.

But with each cycle, traces are left behind, and an undying obsession is always gathering.

Time and again, mayflies fly higher and higher, but even so, they can never get close to the sun and moon, let alone anything else.

A century passed in the blink of an eye, and another three years later, the departed great cultivator suddenly returned. Her aura was weathered, bloodstained, and weary. The path to immortality was littered with corpses, and all living beings vied for the right path. Although she was extraordinary, the world was never short of extraordinary people.

Once again, watching mayflies chase the sun and moon, she couldn't help but think, "The path to immortality seems endless; how far can I go?!"

After a day and a night like this, she witnessed the mayfly rise and fall, and then another thought arose: "Compared to a hundred years ago, it seems to fly much higher, probably about ten meters higher..."

"But the sky is ninety thousand miles high."

After that, she left. She came to this barren place out of mere curiosity, wanting to know if the three-year cycle she had witnessed was still continuing.

Time flies, another five hundred years have passed, and the great cultivator has returned once again. Time is like a knife, washing away the years. Although she is not old, her eyes carry a hint of vicissitude, and even more so, a touch of the ruthlessness of the heavens.

She also had many scars on her body, and even a knife mark on her face. If it were five hundred years ago, she would have erased the scar, but now, she had no such thought. She simply kept it as a reminder.

In the struggle for the Great Dao, beneath the Immortal Path, mere physical appearance is nothing.

On this moonlit night, mayflies swarmed across the water, dancing in the moonlight, creating an unusual beauty. However, she didn't look at these sights; she only watched a particular mayfly high above, watching it reach its peak and then fall.

At the same time, a number appeared in her mind, indicating that the other party had flown another fifty meters higher.

She didn't know whether there was a true will reincarnation or an obsession being passed down, nor did she know whether the mayfly that flew every three years was the same one. However, she didn't care about the truth.

She watched the mayflies take flight and fall, as if she were seeing herself in them.

Strive to cross! Strive to cross!
But you can never see the end, nor reach the destination.

This time, she stood there for three whole days before leaving.

When she returned next time, it was a thousand years later. Time had passed, and the earth should have undergone tremendous changes, but this place remained unchanged.

However, she knew this was normal, because this place was a dead zone, devoid of spiritual energy for cultivation, and almost devoid of changes in the world. Under natural conditions, it would not change much for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

A true immortal once said that the will of Heaven in this place has died.

The Dead Zone stretches for thousands of miles. Legend has it that a battle between immortals once took place here. Indeed, there is only one true immortal, and only one in a lifetime. But there are always exceptions in the world.

A thousand years have passed, and she now has white hair. She doesn't look old, but her vitality is very weak.

She encountered a formidable enemy and fought a desperate battle before barely managing to escape.

Her opponent was a truly exceptional talent, only half her age and with a lower cultivation level, yet he was able to fight against the odds. She tried everything she could, but could only barely survive.

"Ah!"

"The Path of Immortality..."

She murmured, her mind blank and lost.

Over the course of nearly two thousand years, she has faced numerous crises, but this time, she is truly weary.

In this world, it seems that people have always judged themselves by their physical constitution. Even she rose to prominence because of her extraordinary constitution, which is far from being in the top tier.

Even though she never slacked off, diligently cultivating herself day and night, seeking enlightenment, some things seemed to have been predetermined long ago.

Who can become an immortal, and who can only become a stepping stone...?

Indeed, there are legends that the mortal body is the strongest in terms of physique and even constraints, but that's something you can consider after you reach the peak. If you're strong enough, you can then eliminate your extraordinary physique later.

But if one starts with a mortal body, there is no hope of rising to power.

After all, you're inferior to everyone else in every way, so what gives you the right to defy fate?!
So she stopped, returned to the starting point she had long ago, and watched the mayflies rise and fall once more.

This time, however, she did not delve into cultivation. Instead, she observed all the mayfly larvae. In her view, all the mayfly larvae were the same, except that every three years, one of them would become slightly different after molting.

It's only slightly special, because even the most special mayfly, no matter how high it can reach in a single day, cannot match the height she achieved in a single step.

Everything seemed meaningless.

And so it went, three years, six years, nine years...

The mayfly remained, growing weaker and weaker. If she had been recuperating in a blessed land, she wouldn't be in this state. But here, the Heavenly Dao was severed, spiritual energy was absent, and creation was nonexistent, so it was naturally different.

(End of this chapter)