บท 707: Chapter 707: You Smell Like a Man_1

This will that carried such profound sadness and a strong scent of death seemed to be questioning Shen Zhou.

Having roamed the universe for over five thousand years and achieved immortality, Shen Zhou himself was confused about the meaning of life.

Otherwise, he would not have sealed himself away to live an ordinary life.

Having lived for so many years, he only knew that life had no inherent meaning. If there was any meaning, it was to live and find a reason for oneself to keep on living.

Perhaps in confrontation with the world.

Or in conquest of the world.

Or in enjoyment of the world.

At certain stages, to find satisfaction in these pursuits.

Simply put, it's like a book lover commanding themselves to finish ten books within a month.

To complete it, is the meaning of that stage.

But!

Faced with the inquiry from a supremely formidable will, Shen Zhou too found himself at a loss for words.