Preparing to Arrive at the Capital

Time has imperceptibly flowed by, and now it is almost eleven years later. During this period, apart from Jun Wu Xiao and Yue Guang fighting each other twenty-one times, the rest of the days each resembled the other.

One might think that the exceedingly long life of a cultivator is a matter of great joy. However, they are mistaken. True cultivators (here referring to those who voluntarily cultivate without knowing whether they will succeed or fail, and who will never stop regardless of success or failure) die on the very first day they begin to cultivate.

Why say so? If every day you have to go through a sequence of identical actions, with nothing changing, repeating endlessly until death, aren't you just like an automaton running on autopilot? If one has to live like this, can it even be considered the life that humans desire?