Divine Craftsman and Color Gourd!

But those matters were none of Chen Hong's concern. At most, when Dai Mubai entered the game, Chen Hong might cast him an indifferent glance from the void.

The Asura God King did not truly care about the Sun-Moon Technology Federation. What he cared about was whether the Lord of Wisdom could smash the Silver Dragon King to pieces.

Many people were watching from the sidelines, unable to make up their minds. Only Dai Mubai seemed determined this time to become the one moving the pieces, unaware that players and pieces could switch places with the slightest misstep.

Look at Tang San, the current Slaughter God, who had stirred up one muddled mess after another. How quiet was he now?

Even when Heaven Dou City had been captured by the Holy Martial Soul Alliance Army, he had not shown the slightest attitude.

If one did not enter the game, one would never be manipulated on the chessboard.

"However..." Standing on Ming Capital's bustling streets, Chen Hong stared blankly in a certain direction. There stood a statue almost identical to him, with mountains of flowers piled beneath it. Yet on a park bench somewhere around the plaza where the statue stood sat a middle-aged couple with graying hair.

The middle-aged couple sat on the bench, sunlight falling over them and making them appear composed and kindly.

Generally speaking, the lifespan of a divine-level Spirit Master might not be eternal, but living for at least a thousand years was no problem.

Moreover, with divine-level Soul Power supporting them, retaining one's youthful appearance was effortless.

But for creatures with long lifespans, changes in appearance were merely a reflection of one's inner feelings. When one felt young, one's appearance became younger. When one felt old at heart, one's appearance would age to varying degrees.