In the blink of an eye, he was nearly a hundred years old.
Thinking carefully about it now, even Li Yun felt somewhat dazed.
He truly suspected he was dreaming.
If he had not transmigrated and were still in his previous life, he would probably have been a decrepit old man on the verge of death by now. Oh, no... perhaps he would not even have lived this long.
But what about now?
Age no longer held any meaning for him.
Leaving aside the future, he was already a Fate Immortal Venerable!
There were countless cultivators in this world—how many could compare to him?
Yet interestingly enough, when he rarely spoke from the heart, every word sincere, Fang Wujin actually thought he was boasting and did not believe him at all.
Just as the saying went: no one believed the truth.
Fang Wujin did not believe him, and Li Yun had no intention of arguing himself hoarse with him. Whether he believed it or not was up to him—what did it have to do with Li Yun?
The only reason he had approached Fang Wujin was to get close to him by another means, and incidentally dig out his background and foundations in preparation for his plan to steal the world.
Immortal Venerables stood above all worlds, taking all living beings as chess pieces.
Fang Wujin was merely one chess piece Li Yun had taken a fancy to.
"Just take it as me making up a story!"
"Still, I can see it now. You take pride in your own talent and have always believed that no one in this world is qualified to be your master. Anyone who belittles your talent makes you furious."
"How about this..."
"I'll give you a problem. If you can solve it, I'll reluctantly take