Chen Changsheng's answer made Yuan Yi laugh.
"If that's how it ends, what right do I have to be called a Quasi-Emperor of this age?"
"A hundred thousand years of grueling cultivation, and I can last only a month against you. What a colossal joke."
Chen Changsheng shook his head. "It isn't a joke. It's the truth, the blood-soaked truth."
"The Cultivation World always says the path to longevity is battered by wind and rain, and one misstep can leave you shattered to pieces."
"You've cultivated for a hundred thousand years, that's true. But killing a powerhouse like you doesn't take nearly as long."
"Heaven lived for ages, yet his death took less than thirty thousand years."
"You can last a month. What more could you want?"
Yuan Yi looked at Chen Changsheng and drew a deep breath. "A hundred thousand years in exchange for one month. Am I supposed to be satisfied?"
"Satisfied or not, you can't change reality."
"You could cultivate for a million years instead of a hundred thousand, and you could still be wounded."
"And once a living being can be wounded, it can die."
"A Quasi-Emperor's vitality is naturally stronger than that of other cultivators. By comparison, you could even be called undying and indestructible."
"But since I dared to face an opponent like you, I naturally prepared a way to wound you grievously."
"Bitter Sea cultivators can regrow severed limbs and be reborn from a drop of blood, but even those feats have limits."
"If you're reborn too many times in a short span, you lose the ability to do it again."
"And once that happens, you can be killed."
Yuan Yi nodded. "I understand. Raising our cultivation realm isn't what matters most."
"To truly grow stronger, we need to keep perfecting ourselves."
"Only