Li Xinge's heart stopped for an instant.
Insane. Too fucking insane!
He had known all along that anything connected to "longevity" would be far from simple.
But he had never imagined it would be this outrageous.
A venerable station of longevity bestowed once every ten million years.
No dazzling talent required.
No need to fight to the death over opportunities.
As long as one remained alive, time would erase every disparity.
No matter how gifted you were, how powerful you were, or how thoroughly you swept through your era.
Unless you entered the longevity realm, you would ultimately become a handful of yellow earth.
Only someone bearing the Longevity Dao Fruit could stand quietly before the graves of countless peerless prodigies, smiling as blue seas turned into mulberry fields.
So that was it.
A protagonist of the survival-first, longevity-seeking variety.
What did poor talent matter?
He could outlast all the gods and Buddhas across the heavens until they died!
Li Xinge's gaze returned to the thin boy trembling before him.
This ten-year-old's cultivation being stuck at minor attainment in the body tempering realm was no coincidence.
The Heavenly Dao was utterly impartial.
Having granted him a foundation that guaranteed longevity.
It naturally had to impose shackles beyond an ordinary person's imagination.
And those shackles were slowness!
Slowness so extreme it made one's hair stand on end!
Ordinary people cultivated like boats fighting an upstream current.
He cultivated like dripping water wearing through stone.
An ordinary person might need months or years to break through a minor stage, while he might need decades, or even centuries!
Endless years were the only way to nurture the Longevity Dao Fruit to fruition.
"System, can I plunder this Longevity Dao Fruit with a Talent Plunder Card?"
Li Xinge asked curiously.
It was not that