More than two million years.
Mortal dynasties rose and fell in no more than a few centuries.
Even Chess-Player Realm cultivators who stood high above all else lived only tens of thousands of years.
Since setting foot upon the path of cultivation, Jiang Yuechu had never squandered herself like this.
An immense span of years beyond all comprehension crashed into the girl's slender body.
The blue sky and bright sun abruptly vanished.
Thick black mist surged from Jiang Yuechu's body, flowing upward against the current and shooting straight into the heavens.
In merely a few breaths, it had completely swallowed the Formless Water Marsh for a hundred miles around.
The black mist churned.
Within the depths of the fog.
Enormous, terrifying phantoms of demons flickered in and out of view.
A spider with nine heads that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
A colossal beast with a single pallid eye, coiled in the void.
A Flood Dragon draped in lightning, its long whiskers whipping wildly.
Red Blood, Qianyu, Thunder Dragon... countless phantoms of great and lesser demons roiled within the black mist, layer upon layer, endless and boundless.
Now, driven by those more than two million years of Dao cultivation, they had all condensed into baleful shadows.
Myriad demons roared soundlessly.
Yet not one dared cross the figure at the very front.
Jiang Yuechu stood atop the tide of black mist, her black hair flying wildly.
No sorrow or joy could be seen upon her cold, peerless face.
Only the baleful intent in her eyes revealed itself.
Along with this earthshaking transformation, the Azure Sea Palace high in the sky trembled faintly as well.
A trace of astonishment flashed across the blue-robed old Daoist's face.
With such foundations and such might, how could this still be something a