When Lu Li opened his eyes, the look he raised toward the old tree was equally weathered by time.
As he rose, his white hair fell over his shoulders. A few leaves happened to drift down and land there.
In cultivation, he and Aizen were the same kind of people—grinders among grinders. He constantly pushed the Martial Furnace's deduction ability to its limits, which meant the rate at which he produced longevity substance could not keep up with his consumption. After maintaining that extreme stalemate for so long, he had begun to show his age once more.
But over the years, Lu Li had observed his own life as though observing the rings of a tree. Watching the Primordial Spirit Seed produce longevity substance, he had, at a certain moment, grasped the truth of immortality.
Now, even without the Primordial Spirit Seed, he could produce longevity substance on his own. He would never die of old age. It was simply that producing longevity substance required time, while each deduction of extraordinary Martial Arts he undertook now casually consumed several thousand years of lifespan.
After several thousand years of comprehending the Dao, Lu Li's gains did not end there. He raised a hand and touched the aged tree before him. The moment his hand came into contact with its withered bark, the old tree—which had been dead for five hundred years—actually sprouted new buds.
The old tree's vitality blossomed as though it had been reborn through reincarnation.
Lu Li had not simply infused the old tree with vitality to extend its lifespan. Rather, after its life had reached its end, he had reset its rings of growth.
If the old tree were cut down now, one would discover that its rings had become a single circle, as though it had begun