A Will Eternal - chapter-1029
Book 7: The Eternal Immortal Domains
Half a year had already gone by since the destruction of the Heavenspan
Strange skies, strange lands. Strange cities, strange people….
These lands were actually made up of five enormous land masses which were
called… immortal domains.
Any one of the immortal domains was dozens of times as large as the
Heavenspan Realm or more. On one of them, in the eastern part of the
domain, was a vast, winding mountain range that resembled a sleeping
dragon. Many cities could be seen within those mountains, around which
were numerous towns.
In one such town was a young man in a rumpled white garment, with a
smudged and dirty face. He seemed to be laughing and muttering to himself
as he stumbled drunkenly down the street, a jug of alcohol clutched in
one hand, from which he occasionally took long swigs.
“Immortal domains, huh…?” he murmured. From the way he trudged
along, he seemed completely despondent.
It was autumn, and a biting wind swept through the mountains, sending
yellow leaves rustling along down the street. This particular town
wasn’t very heavily populated. It was located in a relatively remote
area, and for the most part, the people in it kept to themselves. Because
of how bitingly cold the wind was, the few people who did walk down the
street all wore thick, warm clothing, and hurried to their destinations
as quickly as they could.
Clearly, no one wanted to be out on the street on such a chilly evening.
And anyone who did have to be out wanted to get back home as quickly as
they could, to where it was warm, and to where their friends and families
waited for them.
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However, this drunk young man didn’t seem to have any concept of home.
He wandered in seemingly aimless fashion, a blank look in his eyes,
completely ignoring the biting wind. He didn’t seem to mind the wind at
all, and in fact, it matched the loneliness in his heart. As he walked
along through the evening, he seemed incredibly melancholy….
Brittle yellow leaves floated in the air around him, and they seemed to
have found a kindred spirit in him that they didn’t wish to leave.
“Immortal domains…? Who gives a shit…?” The aroma of alcohol
surrounded the young man as he staggered onward, lifting the jug up for
another drink. However, at that point, he realized that the jug was
empty. Cursing, he lifted it up and jiggled it a bit to get the final
remaining drops out. After swallowing them, he smacked his lips.
As the amber light of evening shone in his listless eyes, it revealed the
bitterness and loss contained deep inside.
“Out of booze again…. At least the alcohol in this world is good
stuff.” Ducking his head, he began to mutter incoherently as he
stumbled off in the direction of the tavern he frequented, his only
company the biting autumn wind.
The tavern wasn’t very far off, but the young man almost seemed to be
walking through knee-deep water as he went along. It took him the time it
takes an incense stick to burn before he reached his destination. By that
time, not much of the amber sunset remained. He pushed the door open and
lurched inside, simultaneously allowing a blast of cold wind to enter
There were only about seven or eight tables in the tavern, but they were
all full. Even the random seats that weren’t attached to tables had
people in them. There were quite a few young ones present, running about
amongst the tables playing while their parents sat chatting and drinking.
There wasn’t much to do in this remote town, and therefore, this
tavern, which sold Drunken Immortal liquor, had long since become a
center of activity.
It was here that people exchanged local gossip, rumors about the rich
people in town, and even stories about immortals. Sometimes, people got
drunk and told their secrets out loud, leading to much laughter from
For most of the people in town, their greatest entertainment was to come
to this tavern and enjoy each other’s company.
As soon as the young man entered, some of the regulars pointed at him and
chuckled. “Well, if it isn’t Scholar Bai! Hey, shopkeep, looks like
you’ve got another one hooked on your Drunken Immortal!”
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Considering how drunk the men were, it was hard to say whether they were
being friendly or not.
No one in town knew this young man, but the regulars at the tavern
recognized him. He had shown up out of nowhere a few months before. He
never talked with anyone, and nobody even knew his name. However, he was
clearly different from the somewhat rough and uneducated townsfolk. He
wore a long, white robe, and seemed to wallow in melancholy and pain.
None of that did anything to forestall the speculation about who exactly
He looked like a scholar, specifically the type who had only passed the
town-level scholar examinations.
Because of the white robe he wore, people took to calling him… Scholar
“Scholar Bai must have failed in the imperial examinations, and
doesn’t have the face to go home. That’s why he’s drunk all the
“Nah. You listen to me. Scholar Bai’s family all died, and then he
got robbed by bandits. The pain of everything he’s been through is why he
looks so depressed.” The crowd in the tavern had noticed how often he
came to buy alcohol in the tavern, and considering how despondent he
looked, they couldn’t help but sigh and come up with various guesses
about his past.
The young man could hear much of what was being said about him, but
didn’t seem to care. He stumbled over to the counter, put the alcohol
jug down, and then spoke in a somewhat incoherent voice.
“Another jug, shopkeep…. Drunken Immortal. This Drunken Immortal of
yours… it’s good stuff.”
The shopkeeper, an older fellow in green garments, looked back at the
young man and sighed.
“Scholar Bai, it’s nearly the end of the year. Why don’t you save
your silver and go back home?”
“Home…?” The young man chuckled, a blank look in his eyes that
seemed tinged with pain. Reaching into the fold of his robe, he pulled
out a stack of silver and placed it on the counter. “What, you think
I’m poor or something?!”
The old shopkeeper frowned at the young man’s apparent inability to
accept a kindness. Looking a bit annoyed, he scooped up the silver,
plopped a new jug of alcohol onto the table, and then proceeded to ignore
the young man.
It was with somewhat glazed eyes that the young man grabbed the jug of
alcohol and then took a long drink. Smiling foolishly, and face flushed
red from the alcohol, he swayed his way toward the door.
By this point, the children playing around in the inn had taken notice of
the young man, and considering how he was stumbling around, began to
jokingly call him a drunkard.
The young man didn’t care. By the time he walked out of the tavern, it
was already dark, and the wind was even colder. He looked around at the
lantern light flickering in the windows of the houses, and his heart grew
As the darkness in his heart spread to encompass his eyes, he stumbled
off in the direction of a temple where he usually slept. Upon arriving,
he slumped down against the wall and continued to drink….
The only sound he could hear was the whimpering of the wind, and the
rustle of the leaves that occasionally landed on him.
At one point, a leaf landed on his hand… highlighting a scar there that
looked like a spark.
“Hao’er….” he murmured, the pain in his voice clear. Right now,
the only thing he could think of to do was drink, to use Drunken Immortal
to descend into a muddle-headed daze. Only by being drunk… could he
forget about all of the pain and confusion.
This young man was Bai Xiaochun.
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Once upon a time, he had been happy and full of laughter. But in the same
way that summer will change into autumn… those things were gone, and he
Also gone was his home. Just before passing out, he had heard the
deafening boom, and watched as the Heavenspan Realm was destroyed.
Later, he woke up in a strange, unfamiliar land to find that everyone
from his past was gone….
His home was no more.
The River-Defying Sect. Li Qinghou…. Mistress Red-Dust. Song Junwan….
They were all gone.
Thankfully, Daoist Heavenspan was also gone. However, that fact brought
him no joy, only sadness. An ocean of sadness with him at the bottom of
He wanted to cheer up. And in fact, after being teleported to this
immortal domain, he had spent months searching. He had used everything in
his power, including all of the power of his cultivation base, and all of
his divine sense.
But the only things he had found… were corpses. One after another, he
tracked down people from the lands of Heavenspan who had been teleported
to this unfamiliar world. None of them had been able to survive the
process, and reached their destinations as corpses. It was like a
nightmare for him, and led to a moment of weeping in which he simply
couldn’t hold on any longer.
During his months of searching, he had found corpses that included
Nascent Soul cultivators and even devas. Eventually, he didn’t dare to
search anymore. He feared that one day he would find Li Qinghou, Mistress
Red-Dust, Song Junwan or some other familiar faces… as corpses.
Bai Hao’s death. The gravekeeper’s plan. Du Lingfei’s tears. The
destruction of the world. One corpse after another. Eventually… Bai
Xiaochun couldn’t take it.
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Exhausted in all senses of the word, he reached this town, where he ended
up in a drunken stupor….
He was not the ruthlessly ambitious type like Daoist Heavenspan. He was
Bai Xiaochun… a simple person who wanted to be happy and live forever.
“If all of you are still alive, then where are you…?” he said, his
voice slurring a bit as he slowly closed his eyes and passed out.
1. Remember that the character Bai means white. In this case, it could
also be translated as Scholar White or White Scholar. They’re technically
calling him this because of his clothing, not because they know his
surname. Because of how it’s used like a name, though, I chose to go
with Scholar Bai