Immortal Who Couldn't Cultivate
In a deep faraway mountain hidden amidst cloudy sky. In a simple house built by the lake. Lived a man named Su Chen. No one knows who he is, nor where he came from. Even he himself would often forget his own story.
Together with Heaven, he witnessed the ever-changing era. From when humans would struggle just to live till when humans would get bored by living. From when mythical creatures roam the world till when machinery conquers the world. He witnessed all of those. Even he forgot when he finally decided not to get involved anymore.
Walking through the river of time, what remains of him is just himself. A gentle deep loneliness he felt. When he would often remember those times. The times he spent with his family, the times when he seeketh immortality. While humans foresee, heaven will plan. What he seeks turns out to be a curse.
What use of life when you can’t spend it?
What use of time when you can’t feel it?
What use of desire when you can’t fulfill it?
Even he, who has survived countless eras, can't answer it.
One day, he asked The Heaven Itself. “Why do you let me live? Why did you let me survive when others got eliminated? Is it a punishment for me? For my action to List the Heaven. Yes, I might have desired it in the past. But now..” Unable to finish his sentence, he felt something stuck in his throat. Soon he felt like crying. He regrets it, he regrets his apathy, he regrets his choice, he regrets so many things. As he lived, there were just so many regrets he left behind. Time would not erase them, but time would slowly amass them.
As Su Chen drowned in his regret. In the sky, dark clouds gathered, as its center swirling and opened a portal of thunder. While time and space slowly sucked into the portal. What lies behind is a completely different realm. A realm in which a branch would start. No one knows what lies in the branch. But one thing for sure, it never stopped existing. Those spaces would stay in place, when time would connect the space to form a path.
And that path will become a story, a story of redemption. Of a young man who came from a different path. To find meaning of his own and to make up for his own arrogance. A story of an Immortal, Who Couldn’t Cultivate.
RusticQuill · Fantasy
