Above the lush green Dao Alliance Mountain Gate, three of the nineteen wooden houses stood empty.
Inside the hall at the very top,
the woman in thin silk sat cross-legged, her lifeless eyes fixed on the walls around her and the trunks of the Age Trees, which had withered long ago.
No one knew what she was thinking.
“Only when you lose track of the years in the Mountain can you call yourself an immortal!”
With a sigh, a bitter smile crossed her face.
Yet she had to count every passing day and convert those days into their equivalent in Lifespan Fruit.
Her youthful body, formed from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, would not decay with time.
But the soul within her grew older with every moment that passed.
That was why the woman in the Ten Thousand Demon Lair had not managed to catch her, despite seeing where she had escaped from.
If she could simply outlive her, this place would become part of the Tianyan Sect as well.
The woman in thin silk had never denied that her own selfish desire had brought her this far.
But the Commoners of the Tiannan Continent could not forget her extraordinary contributions.
She had not made those contributions deliberately, but everyone who benefited from them owed her a debt.
After all, without the eighteen True Persons of the Dao Alliance under her command keeping the world in check, demons would surely run rampant across the Tiannan Continent.
How many living souls would remain on the entire continent then?
While she lived, all the people under heaven lived.
If she fell, all the people under heaven would be buried with her.
Why could the fools she had raised since childhood not see something so simple?
Especially Leng Ningshuang, her most beloved Disciple