In fact, people had already been calling Lord Longevity "Lord Longevity" ten thousand years ago.
Lord Longevity lay on the couch in Longevity Palace, smoking Spirit Smoke through a pipe. This kind of Spirit Smoke did not harm cultivators' bodies. Instead, it subtly strengthened their lungs.
Several spells could only be performed in conjunction with Spirit Smoke.
Of course, Lord Longevity had long since passed the stage where he needed Spirit Smoke to cast spells. He simply liked smoking it.
At that moment, a servant's report came from outside the door. Lord Longevity said lazily, "Let them all come in. Every year has its outstanding talents, and every year has its geniuses."
He felt that so-called geniuses were like the fruits of an autumn harvest—just a matter of picking out a few prettier ones from among the many fruits.
A true genius was not like that.
He still remembered the genius of the blade path from a hundred thousand years ago. That was a true genius. Unfortunately, that person had vanished without a trace and never appeared again.
Perhaps he had died.
If he had not died, perhaps he would have been qualified to discuss the Dao with him.
His path of cultivation had already reached its end. His lifespan was as long as the heavens', and he knew that outer space existed beyond the planet, containing countless similar planets. He had once spent a full thirty thousand years traveling through space, but he had found no planet suitable for life.
This planet might be the only place in the world suitable for living creatures. Cultivation ultimately led to his current state. There was no road ahead anymore.
"Greetings, Lord Longevity!"
At that moment, a middle-aged coach brought in several youths. The coach knelt on the ground in excitement.
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