At the sight of such a huge commotion, Wuxin couldn't help feeling uneasy.
After all, this was the tomb of a True Lord in the Dao Integration Realm from the ancient era. If a True Lord in the Dao Integration Realm came back from the dead, they'd be done for.
"Stay calm. Even with whatever secret art you care to name, no one in the Dao Integration Realm could survive a million years."
Ye Lin's expression remained calm, without the slightest hint of panic.
After all, no one in the Dao Integration Realm could live for a million years. Even sealing oneself away wouldn't make it possible.
At that moment, a faint figure gradually appeared above the Bronze Coffin. A young man with an extraordinarily youthful appearance looked around in confusion.
"Junior, what era is it now?"
The young man turned his eyes to Ye Lin and asked.
Standing behind Ye Lin, Wuxin was deeply shocked.
Damn it, that True Lord in the Dao Integration Realm really had come back to life?
Golden God and the Prime Minister looked at the young man before them, their expressions filled with complicated emotions.
From the murals, they had already learned everything: they had been created by the man before them.
Their true forms had been nothing more than insignificant talismans.
"Senior, millions upon millions of years have passed since the ancient era."
Ye Lin clasped his hands in salute.
In this world, there was no clear system for counting the years. It seemed no one cared much about it.
Only in the mortal realm did some mortals still cling to their own way of reckoning the years, though whether it was accurate was anyone's guess.
"Millions upon millions of years have passed? Time really does fly."
Hearing this, the young man clasped