One powerful being after another arrived at the Void Star Sea.
Yet all they found were two cold corpses.
Faced with such a situation, everyone was deeply puzzled.
The entire Pill Epoch had been turned upside down, yet no one had found any trace of the Undertaker.
As time passed, they had no choice but to suspect whether Chen Changsheng had truly left the Pill Epoch.
Ten years later.
A figure emerged from a special passage.
Looking at the quiet Void Star Sea, Chen Changsheng grinned. "Did you really think I'd stay in one place forever?"
"I'm a living man, not a block of wood that can't move."
"How could these people's thoughts be so naive?"
At those words, an elderly man with crane-white hair and a childlike face appeared beside Chen Changsheng.
"The art of war says: make the real seem false, and the false seem real."
"After all the trouble you caused, they will all think that you have already left."
"What do you plan to do next?"
Facing the old man's question, Chen Changsheng said calmly, "Of course, I'll continue coordinating the battlefield."
"The war in the Pill Epoch has now fully begun. After a while longer, the purge will be complete."
"Once the purge is complete, I'll need to sleep for some time as well."
"After all, my cultivation art is rather special. I must enter slumber at regular intervals."
Hearing this answer, the old man looked at Chen Changsheng in surprise.
"You need to sleep too?"
"Of course. Otherwise, how could I have lived this long?"
"In terms of cultivation, my little bit of strength isn't even worth mentioning."
"If not for the special nature of my cultivation art, my Lifespan would have run out long ago."
Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, the old man