Yangming Chaos World.
Ji Qingshan sat cross-legged, his body radiating an incomparably vast aura.
Yet his hair was snow-white, his face densely lined with wrinkles, and his Life Origin had dwindled to a faint flicker, as if it might go out at any moment.
"I have less than ten years left."
"After I, Ji Qingshan, crossed over here, I gained opportunities, seized Creation, and met benefactors. Along the way, I survived countless brushes with death."
"But in the end, I still proved the Quasi-Immortal King Dao."
"I thought I would eventually step into the Immortal King realm, reach a higher level, and see more of the world."
"But I never expected that this Chaos World simply wouldn't let anyone break through or prove the Immortal King Dao."
"For tens of millions of years, I tried every method I could think of, but all I did was waste my life. It was all in vain."
"I've exhausted every method of extending my lifespan, too..."
"Perhaps this is the end of the road for me, Ji Qingshan."
"My life has been magnificent and full of turmoil."
"But I—"
"I still want to return to that homeland I once knew..."
He stared ahead with cloudy eyes, murmuring to himself.
In the Yangming Chaos World, Ji Qingshan was one of the most powerful beings.
But what did that matter?
In the end, it all came to nothing.
At times, it even made him dazed with doubt: were all he had now, and the magnificent life he had lived for more than ninety million years, merely a dream dreamed by that ordinary young man he used to be?
Now it was time for the dream to end.
"Hmm?"
All of a sudden,
his thoughts stirred, and he raised a hand.
A gray talisman paper appeared