One season came just to be replaced by another. The four-cycle of the season changed as spring came, replacing the winter; Stubborn, cold and unwillingly away it went as the perpetual motion of time continued flowing as the undying Tides of time swirled.

Years went by….

Nobody withstood the savagery of time, not even a great cultivator.

Another beginning leads to an end, and a new starting at the end of one Path and life after death. Rebirth through the cycle of samsara.

A price had to be paid as the saying goes, 'as there was nothing as free food in this world' for both death and living.

'Flower returns every spring, but do those flowers really return? Or a young one comes to replace the old; an Absolute Rule of the World, with every generation taking over the previous one, expressing its superiority every spring'.

Same story!

Same end!

A price dearly paid.

Reawakened.Unyielding.Indomitable unrivalled genius all kinds of cultivators came into being, perished under the tyranny of time.

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Might of its unbreakable moment, carried on since its beginning.

It exploited both mortals and cultivators in a subtle way; old defiers turned to dust were miserable, envied their inevitable end; begging for their stagnant, slow time to pass away.

Time is Relative, Yet Inevitable!

No existence on the same level could match it, in a way: it is the beginning that led toward the end. There is no way around it!.

Beginning leads to end, some endings were meant to be the beginning of others greatness, becoming fuel for their path and their madness; such were cultivators, doing their uttermost to defend.

Their Path, their Dao, their Insights.

Their Soul, their Will, their Roots.

They grow from good seedlings with great potential, ultimately becoming Heaven's Chosen.

They look around, finding themselves all alone.

Such are their paths— alone, desolate, meaningful.

To them, nothing is more meaningful, as they become ancients.

Causing many to fall,

but what use was this madness for?

As they found themselves questioning all alone, their loved One's more distant, gone or dead?

Leading many to question their paths, their beliefs.

A path without reason!

A path without gain!!

A path without passion!

Was doomed… .to failure.

As more and more fall from grace, truth to the mundane world.

Only the chosen few are left standing.

All those who stand before are the most extraordinary and unique of life forms, who started their journey with different selfish motives, different approaches, and different systems all for one thing.

Different paths but one goal— eternity.

A path that withstood the subtle savagery of time. A true immortal that remained the same, a never-ending Immortal Dao.

A Salvation for all the misery.

But was this worth it?

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Just to achieve this, but at what cost?

Was there something more? There had to be!