Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality Novels & Stories

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

I shook my head and said, "No, I haven't. It has never crossed my mind." He smiled and said, "Then listen. I am immortal as the eldest son of King Silas, and only I can give birth to immortals. My brothers were immortals, but the moon goddess did not grant them the gene of immortality. Only me as the eldest. I mated with Lizzy. I mean Elizabeth." He corrected himself immediately, but I was already laughing. "Yes, you mated with Lizzy, and then," I teased.

“Hector can't come back anymore, it's his choice. Aubrey, come back to hell with me, live a carefree life, and help me manage everything, I will grant you immortality and greatness like a thousand other demigods; then you will be honored in the history books as Persuaus or Jason or even Achille.” “Immortal…” Aubrey tearfully looked at Hades with helpless eyes, he sat down on the ground, his whole body relaxed. “Do you think everyone in this world needs immortality. Do you know how much Hector suffered while living an immortal life? Immortality is not a gift, it is a punishment, the confinement of human greed. Do you have to see the person you love die in front of you, but you can't die? That

He just conjectured that they were unkillable before but sadly, that belief had been shattered by what Madame Ais had told him yesterday. "What's an immortal, Madame Ais?" Maru decided to get help. "They are existences who have achieved the rank of a Level 8 Cultivator, Maru. Being an immortal means that time can no longer touch their souls, giving them unlimited lifespan inside their current realms." Madame Ais replied promptly. "Okay." Maru said and he doubted that he could explain that to his sister since he was also grasping at the meaning of those words. "Really, brother!? But for how long?!" Uwyn asked and looked at Maru like he knew every answer to her questions.

Gertrude asked with a fake smile. I pulled out the sword from my abdomen and wrapped the injury with a piece of cloth. We left the scene and headed for the palace. . “But how did you know that he wasn’t dead?” Luke curiously asked. “When fighting Gertrude, I noticed that his wounds heal faster and that’s why he was called immortal, but he isn’t. All immortals grow old and die but he’s the only immortal that doesn’t grow old, which means that he generated this immortality spell differently. I knew he couldn’t be killed so I took the trouble of carrying him along. He will stay with me from now on,” I said. We continued our journey.

then, Terry paused and continued, "the pathway to immortality is complicated, and the only way is to be at the front. Casper, you should know that even though this is a journey, it's better to say it is a process of refining a diamond in the rough. The resources for cultivating immortals are limited, so the sect is concerned about who is left instead of caring about who they lost. Therefore, as I just said, the disciples who have returned safely this time will become the real focus of cultivation of each sect until the subsequent big wave refinement comes along. As for the second and most important point I want to make — the cultivator's own heart." "The cultivator's own heart?" Caspian look

I grabbed him pulling him toward me. "No you can't do this to me," I sobbed as his lifeless eyes looked up at me. I rested my head on his chest overcome by my sorrow. I hadn't realized how much I had grown to care for him. Zavier cheered a sadistic cheer, a joyful celebration to him. I watched as a glowing light entered my body and I knew Van had done what he said, given me immortality but it was a cursed immortal life without him. I felt rage pounding inside me as I stood facing Zavier. "You killed him!"

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

’ Worthless or not, fame was all they had to show for their efforts, so they clung to it, like the stiffening fingers of a corpse clinging to the poisoned chalice that took its life. Jimmy saw the same response in Mr Isimud when it came to his immortality. He hadn’t taken on Melissa, or the other characters, because he saw himself as an instrument of God. For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be.