Chapter 1775: I Also Fear Death | Red Heart Survey [Translation]
Red Heart Survey [Translation] - Updated on May 1, 2025
## Chapter 183: I Too, Cherish Life
Within the vast and boundless realm of cultivation, where the winds of destiny whispered and the currents of Qi surged, a delicate dance between life and death unfolded. Every practitioner, from the lowliest mortal aspiring to touch the heavens to the venerable elders who had tread the path for millennia, understood the profound truth: life, in its myriad forms, was a treasure beyond compare. It was a truth woven into the very fabric of existence, a fundamental principle that governed the actions and motivations of all who sought to transcend their mortal coil.
For even the most ruthless and unyielding cultivators, those who walked a path stained with the blood of their enemies and whose hearts were forged in the crucible of countless battles, clung to the flickering flame of their own existence. The pursuit of power, the yearning for immortality, the relentless quest for enlightenment – all these grand ambitions were ultimately rooted in a deep-seated desire to prolong life, to escape the inevitable embrace of oblivion.
Thus, when faced with the precipice of destruction, when the icy grip of death tightened around their throats, even the most resolute warrior would instinctively recoil. Their iron will might bend, their unyielding spirit might momentarily falter, for the preservation of one’s own life was an instinct as old as time itself, a force that transcended even the most rigid doctrines and the most unwavering resolve.
This inherent yearning for survival, this fundamental reluctance to embrace the void, was a truth understood by all who had walked the perilous path of cultivation. It was a truth whispered in the rustling leaves of ancient forests, echoed in the crashing waves of turbulent seas, and etched into the very soul of every living being in this vast and wondrous world. It was a truth that underscored the value of every breath, every heartbeat, every fleeting moment of existence, and reminded even the most powerful cultivators that at their core, they too were creatures of life, bound by its delicate threads and driven by its undeniable pull.