Chapter 2: Part One

One year, two years, three years, four years, five years, six years, seven years, eight years, nine years, ten years Twenty years, thirty years, forty years, fifty years, sixty years, seventy years, eighty years, ninety years, one hundred years...

Over the one hundred years, the world pattern has changed greatly. Countless wars have broken out among countries, and even a few countries have been annihilated in the long river of history. Countless people have died in the wars. Of course, even if there is no war, ordinary people will not live long. A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. Only a few people can leave their names in the annals of history.

However, there are a smaller number of people who can live longer than ordinary people. There are insiders who call them cultivators. The cultivators are pure-hearted and lack desire. They practice hard in order to get rid of life, old age, sickness, and death, and eventually ascend to be immortal. Of course, not every cultivator can practice day and night without being affected by anything.

Some of them lack continuity in the endeavor. These people can also build up their health and prolong their life by cultivating. However, even if they live a few more years, they still have no chance to ascend to be immortal. As time went by, they died one by one. After death, some of them were buried, some of them were abandoned in the wilderness, some of them were burned by fire, some of them made into zombies by Maoshan Taoist priest, or were summoned by the necromancer to make porn movies to make money. They can't control it. They were dead.

Some of them cultivated hard, but they had a bad heart. They wanted to break through the walls, steal money, assassinate politicians, kidnap the rich, or peep at their wives, husbands, sisters, little girls, baby girls... since they were cultivating for unruly purposes, the process of their cultivation was extremely dangerous. If they were careless, they would come to a tragic end.

Some of them were good people with a kind heart. For others, for the greater good, for the country... They cultivated not for themselves, but for serving others better. Some of them were cultivating for rescuing their sick mother, some of them were cultivating for picking flowers from the cliff for a cute little girl, some of them were cultivating for expelling foreign invaders, some of them were cultivating for revenge for their sects, some of them were cultivating to study the mystery of human body for the country... But no matter what the reason was, they were all disturbed by foreign things. Although they had a clear conscience, it was difficult for them to advance again. With their shallow cultivation, even if they lived longer than ordinary people, they would only die a few years later than ordinary people. If they wanted to ascend to be immortal, they would have no hope for life.

Among them, there were also those who devote themselves to cultivation and were not trapped by worldly affairs at all. After a period of cultivation, those people had ascended one after another. It was a pity that in recent years, more novel things had emerged one after another, and more women became shameless. Cultivators had been made to indulge in their desires one by one, so that no one in the world had ascended in the past few years.

Of course, there were also people who had the hope to ascend. The man in white was one of them with the strongest cultivation base.