The instant his appearance was restored, the purple pupil power faded. A moment later, Chang Ling and the other two collapsed, unconscious. Lu Yin looked at them, his expression grave, then abruptly turned around. An old man had appeared behind him at some point. He was ancient and weathered, as if he had come from a distant past. Traces of time still clung to him, and he gazed at Lu Yin with a faint smile.
He looked at the old man and slowly bowed. "I'm Lu Yin, a junior of Human Civilization. Greetings, senior."
The old man nodded in approval. "I'm Chang Chuan. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lu Yin."
Lu Yin straightened and looked at him. "Are you the oldest being in the Eternal Life Civilization, senior?"
Chang Chuan smiled. "Yes. Though I'm called the oldest, one foot is already in the grave."
"Eternal Life Realm beings can't die."
"That's only in theory. What people call eternal life means they haven't found a way to die a natural death. Tell me, Lu Yin, can you find a way to die naturally? Set aside the passage of time."
Lu Yin thought about it. He really couldn't. Get sick? Impossible. For ordinary living things, aside from being killed in the struggle for survival, illness was the most common cause of death—if you excluded dying of old age.
But he couldn't get sick. If he broke through into the Eternal Life Realm one day, he would be unaffected by time and wouldn't die naturally of old age. Then the only way to die would be in battle.
For a powerhouse like the old man before him, there probably weren't many creatures capable of killing him in battle. Ancestor Mountain was a good example—even at its peak, Black启 Civilization couldn't withstand a