You Cultivate, I Also Cultivate, Why Our Cultivation Styles Are So Different?

Yan Jia opened his eyes. This was the second time he had returned to Shanhai World. He didn’t return from the universe in the morning like before. The first time was after he had fully integrated with the star.

He sat up with his legs crossed and looked at the two pieces of white paper in front of him. It looked like they represented his two futures.

One represented a beautiful and long life, a future that would be near eternal.

The other represented a short and arduous hundred years, and a near eternal future. However, this choice might be able to free him.

Recalling the cosmic scene he just saw, with a single thought, a piece of white paper began to burn, and in the blink of an eye, the orange flames had completely burned the paper to ashes.

However, it did not harm anything on the ground, leaving only a wisp of white smoke and a little bit of ash on the ground.

The two big words, “Golden Crow” on the white paper and the future that it represented were burnt to ashes. At the same time, this represented that Yan Jia had finally made his choice.

Now, there was only a piece of white paper left on the ground. It was like Yan Jia’s life only had one path and no other choice.

Looking at the word, “Star” written in familiar words on the ground, Yan Jia suddenly felt that these words were a little strange.

Yan Jia kept staring at it.

“After making a decision, I have to walk down properly.”

He closed his eyes, and at that moment, Yan Jia finally understood what Teacher Xuan Hui had always said to many of his students.

“And, actually, didn’t I only have one choice from the beginning?”

“The white paper on the ground also began to burn, but much slower than the previous one. In the end, the familiar yet somewhat strange characters forming the word ‘star’ also turned into a pile of ashes and a wisp of white smoke in the orange flames.”

This time, when Yan Jia opened the door of the quiet room. He did not enter the universe of stars again for a long time, but slept well instead.

It was not until dawn when the light of Sun woke Yan Jia up that he took a good bath and entered the quiet room again.

Seeing the door of the quiet room slowly close, Yan Jia felt he was going to walk out now. Even though he had already made his decision, he still felt some regret in the end. He watched quietly as the door shut behind him. , even when the door slowly closed, Yan Jia only watched quietly.

Compared to the stars, the human body in the Shanhai World was nothing. If it wasn’t for the fact that the stars didn’t have their own will, Yan Jia’s personality, which could barely be counted as decades of experience and memories, would be nothing.

The integration with the stars brought Yan Jia many benefits. The most important thing was that it had brought Yan Jia a chance to restart his life and his lifespan.

Yan Jia knew very well that from the moment he fully integrated with the star; he wasn’t just a human anymore.

If before he had completely fused with the star, he could still say that he was just a human being connected to them, after complete fusion, he was no longer just a human being. It was not about being fixated on his identity as a human but rather on the meaning it represented. In the 16 years he had spent in the Shanhai World, he had long understood that the word “human” represented not just this fragile body.

Yan Jia could feel that the star was pulling at his consciousness from the beginning of the integration. This was not only the natural attraction of the star but also the longing and yearning that human souls had for the star, which was a cosmic celestial body.

During this period of time, Yan Jia had thought of giving up so many times. Only by learning could he stop thinking about everything that was behind this.

Sometimes, Yan Jia also wanted to work hard. He didn’t want to dream of creating a fictional Stella Avatar, nor did he want to work hard to cultivate the Golden Crow Avatar.

As long as he casually chose a creature with a longer lifespan like the Avatar, this era was no longer the unstable era from 600 years ago. Although it wasn’t as stable as the society in Yan Jia’s previous life, it wasn’t to the extent that he would lose his life in confusion.

In any case, he did not pursue a powerful Avatar like the Golden Crow. He relied on his own talent and comprehension ability to deal with a Golden Core that he had formed, after which he relied on his lifespan to endure it. In the end, he would be able to ‘carry’ the Avatar before his lifespan ended.

Now, it was no longer six hundred years ago. The world was developing, and the era was also improving. Although it had not developed on a large scale yet, the entertainment industry was already quietly sprouting.

As long as he lived peacefully and did not seek death, when the Avatar  was ‘conceived’, he would have an unknown number of years to live.

If he was lucky, his life would end, and he would be happy for the rest of his life. Wouldn’t that be good?

If he was unlucky, there was nothing wrong with dying halfway. All he needed to do was to give up his identity as a human, give up everything in Shanhai World, and let the star hug him completely.

Then, he would be able to obtain the lifespan represented by the star.

Although he had already forgotten most of the astronomical knowledge he had learned in his previous life, Yan Jia still knew that, like the Sun that had given birth to Earth, the star’s lifespan could reach tens of billions of years.

Even though he did not remember much, whether it was the blue light that he released towards the universe or the tiny stars in the surrounding Planetary System, they all represented a fact, which was:

This blue star of his was a blue superstar, a blue superstar that was considered rare even in the universe.

The star’s lifespan was nothing compared to the sun. It was very likely that it was only several million years, compared with the lifespan of the sun, which was much more than that.

However, with his human will that was barely calculated after decades of experience, could it really support such a long lifespan?

In his previous life, from the appearance of the ancestors of the species of humans to the development of the modern civilization before Yan Jia transmigrated, it had only been a few million years. The real cultural records were only a few tens of thousands of years.

In this life, the Ancestor of the Heaven Tree, who had the longest lifespan known to Yan Jia, had already forgotten most of his past after living for more than a hundred thousand years. He still needed to rely on Long Spring Academy in order to find his past.

Compared to these, what was the difference between millions of years and eternity?

Could his tiny personality and will really bear such a long lifespan?

What would millions of years do to him? Would he be destroyed?

In fact, after millions of years, he would start to fuse the iron elements, start a supernova outbreak, and then collapse into a neutron star or Black hole.

If his will is still able to survive this huge change, then what awaits him will be almost eternal time. Perhaps it will also be near eternal imprisonment and torture.

He would see the star flickering with eternal light begin to slowly dim, and the stars would soon be extinguished. It would explode and collapse like his past until the universe became completely silent.

The Ancestor of Heaven Tree had lived for more than a hundred thousand years but had already forgotten his past. Yan Jia wondered if, after experiencing all this, could he still remember his name, Yan Jia.

At that time, would he regret that he had chosen to give up and end up like this?

Even if the star lived a little longer, would it be able to delay this choice of his a little longer?

If he became a little stronger, would his soul and will be able to support such a long life?

At the very least, he would be able to obtain power that allowed him to understand himself in the distant future, right?

The future was already clear, wasn’t it?

Whether it was choosing the Golden Crow Avatar or any other Avatar, there was a limit to it. What awaited him at the end of his life was near eternal time.

Only this Avatar had a chance, right?

Yan Jia gave a self-deprecating smile. Could he be considered the first person to work hard to cultivate in order to commit suicide?