"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how.
But glory… glory is the answer.
Glory will outlive flesh and bones.
Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality."
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Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it.

"Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!"

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“…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

The ground artillery of the Brown Army pounded the opposing side with savage, unrelenting ferocity. The thunder of the cannons rolled endlessly across the battlefield, shaking the land itself. It was painfully clear that those manning the artillery had completely abandoned any thought of conserving ammunition for a decisive moment or saving supplies for the next day… they fired and fired without pause, as though they knew their lives might not even last another hour.


The Black-Golden Army continued its overwhelming onslaught, pressing forward in perfect formation, advancing as though they were towering giants trampling helpless ants beneath their feet. Their momentum was absolute, their presence crushing, leaving no room for hesitation or retreat.


Chapter 1968 - Pressure