Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Are you lonely..." Jiang Yueming stood alone in the long river of time. The flowing water of the past reflected his aged face like a clear mirror. Beneath his disheveled white hair, his eyes had lost all their youthful vigor. Countless nights, that heart-wrenching lament echoed in his mind, in his ears, and in his heart. Are you lonely...? In his youth, full of vigor, he always thought he could break free from his predetermined fate, willing to fight against destiny and human fortune at all costs. To break the fate of what they called the lowest of the low, to prove that even weak insects could one day rise to the heavens, he disregarded countless hardships and dangers, regardless of life or death, and created the art of medicine culinary arts, shattering the millennia-old profit chain of alchemists. Who said that making medicine and condensing pills had to be done by alchemists? To prove that even someone as insignificant as a mayfly could possess earth-shattering power, he created the Nine Origin Star Realm, completely breaking through the fundamental laws of the fantasy world, and establishing an invincible position at the end of cultivation. He spent his entire life fighting against a predetermined fate, each step proving that even the lowest of the low could one rise to great heights. But as he reached the end of his life, looking back, everything had changed, everything was lost… Only a mournful sigh, echoing through the ages, remained on the banks of the river of time. Are you alone?