Ah yes, the time for my final seclusion has come, and I will now begin writing my final scriptures...

As sure as the heavens and earth are without end... this old ancestor is reaching his own.

Soon, I will be resting peacefully within the earth beneath my seclusion chamber, becoming one with the unending Dao...

Finally, the time has come for this old ancestor to try his hand at the prologue writing cultivation technique.

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You see, I'm not so young as I used to be when I was a child.

In those days, Our sect flourished under the radiant light of the Dao. Not a single junior could be seen under Nascent Soul Stage. Not a single green hat was worn among all our descendants, and every Daoist had five jadeskin dual cultivation partners. They even went into seclusive dual cultivation with them for weeks on end.

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Ah yes, what a bountiful time it was...

Yet, while the heavens and the earth stay the same, the times do not. Everything is not what it used to be...

As sure as the heavens and earth are without end, all other things fall apart.

Now, these old bones don't cultivate the way they used to.

This hollow shell hasn't been able to dual cultivate for eons.

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Now, I've gone into seclusion to inscribe these final scriptures for the younger generation...

Maybe somewhere into the Dao, it will aid in their cultivation.

Some juniors might call them too "short." Others might call them "shitposts."

Heck, some juniors even think they're a "collection of xianxia satire shorts."

But the true Daoist knows that an ancestor's scriptures are neither too short, nor too shitposts. Rather, they are just the way they need to be.