The moonlight was hazy, like a thin veil. The rivers flowed eastward, their waters vanishing, never to return. Year after year, it was always the same, as though it had remained unchanged since time immemorial.
Chen Xuan stared at Liu Jiao floating on the river's surface and felt a chill run through him.
"Longevity isn't immortality. Even a Longevity Species cannot withstand the power of time."
Chen Xuan sighed. "One day in the future, Liu Jiao's soul-body will decay into ashes and merge into the river. His current life will also reach its end, and he will grow old completely, just like an ordinary person."
That day might not even be very far away—for Liu Jiao.
Chen Xuan saw this omen in the destiny of the Longevity Species.
"Bang! Bang!"
Chen Xuan kicked Liu Jiao several times, gradually increasing his strength. White spray flew everywhere, but there was no response. He finally gave up and confirmed that Liu Jiao was trapped in eternal slumber and would not wake...
"This situation resembles the Yellow Millet Dream, but it's completely different from Six Desires Heaven. Wang Chan slept soundly, while Yan Yushu could still leap about full of life... These are destinies of two different types and levels."
Chen Xuan muttered inwardly, his gaze sweeping around as he examined the surroundings once more.
Suddenly, he jerked his head up and looked at the bright moon in the sky. His heart leaped into his throat.
The full moon was bright, its surface pocked and uneven. Its wrinkles formed brows and eyes, while its gullies resembled a mouth and nose, faintly shaping themselves into the resentful face of a man!
"A human face!"
Chen Xuan felt his heart turn cold. He could even make out a pair of lifelike eyes on that male face,