Ten years in the real world, a thousand years in a dream.
Taoism for a lifetime, what then?
...
"Ugh, it's finally over!"
Inside the outdated Yellow Beam Game Warehouse, Ye Bai propped up his skinny frame, a youth who should have been full of energy, now filled with dejection.
Sitting in the game pod, he glanced at his wristwatch, a series of unread messages from concerned parents.
But Ye Bai gave a bitter smile, deleted them all, then stood up to leave the pod, grabbed a bottle of Spiritual Wine from the fridge, slumped onto the couch, turning into a lump of clay, and listlessly turned on the TV to continue wasting his meaningless time.
It was indeed meaningless.
What's the point of cultivation?
A great era of Taoism where everyone is like a dragon?
With a population of three hundred billion, if all were pythons and True Dragons, how could this world possibly bear it?
The vast majority are just small fish and shrimp, stepping stones for others, mere paving bricks.