A Bleak Old Age. "Nooo! Sister, I was wrong! I was only joking!" Nuwa instantly caved, her eyes brimming with tears as she begged for mercy.
The two women tumbled into a playful scuffle, purple qi and immortal light weaving together and colliding, and the great hall immediately gained a few more traces of lively vitality.
A moment later, the two of them finally noticed Wang Xuan sitting motionless in the distance, watching them with a smile.
Sensing the abyssal, ocean-deep, unfathomable aura within Wang Xuan, Nuwa's eyes went round and she sucked in a cold breath. "How long has it been?"
"Seventeen thousand years," Wang Xuan said calmly.
"Seventeen thousand years?!" Nuwa cried out, looking Wang Xuan up and down—at that face still young and handsome, that blood vitality so abundant it was absurd. "You... did you secretly become an immortal? Why don't you look old at all?"
Wang Xuan smiled faintly, his smile carrying a hint of profound inscrutability. "Still a little short."
The outside world all believed he had lived out a second life, but in truth, under the heaven-defying deductions of his sole talent, One-Click Max, his strength had already reached the level of reversing life through seven lifetimes.
He needed no divine medicine to prolong his life, no self-severing to cling to existence. All he needed was the passage of time; crossing the mysterious gate of life and death was as easy as drinking water.
He was only two lifetimes away from completing nine lives and becoming an immortal in the mortal world.
"Pervert," Nuwa muttered softly. "How can you be this much of a pervert?"
She counted on her fingers, and the more she thought, the more dejected she became. "Doesn't that mean when I painstakingly prove my Dao as a Great Emperor, you'll