In theory, the lifespan of a Quasi-Saint was no longer something that could be measured.
But over a million years, more than a dozen Emperors had been replaced. Where had all the remaining Emperors gone?
They couldn't all have died, could they?
"Well, your guess is actually correct."
Su Tao looked at Ye Lin, a trace of hesitation flashing across his face.
"I know what you're thinking, and you're completely right."
"Those people are all dead."
"Dead?"
Ye Lin was somewhat shocked by this.
Quasi-Saints couldn't live past a hundred thousand years?
That had to be fake, right?
"This world is a cage."
"A cultivator's lifespan is limitless—that part is true. But generally speaking, once they reach a certain age, they will perish for all sorts of reasons."
"Of course, some people use special techniques to evade death."
"I don't know exactly how they die. There are very few records of it."
"But the one thing I do know is that something went wrong in their cultivation."
Su Tao's words made Ye Lin's heart tighten.
This world was rather interesting.
It even had an automatic extermination function.
Once the time came, it directly wiped out the powerful?
No wonder an imperial dynasty that had lasted a million years could have more than a dozen generations of successors.
If that was the case, the number of powerful experts would definitely not be high.
Because they had all died out.
Now Ye Lin finally understood why they had chosen the path of cultivating through fortune.
This fortune stuff made cultivation advance quickly.
Take an imperial dynasty, for example.
Even if you were a mortal, as long as the imperial dynasty acknowledged you, the infusion of fortune could directly push your cultivation to the Quasi-Saint realm.
Now he understood.
If they did not