There was such a thing?
The tokens for the path to immortality, which the greatest old monsters of every Dao Tradition had searched for so desperately, had hung openly around a woman's neck for more than a decade.
Li Xiang's eyelid twitched almost imperceptibly. He did not deliberately linger on her, merely let his gaze drift naturally toward Zhang Yunshang nearby.
Several gazes around him, whether intentionally or not, turned her way too.
Under their scrutiny, Zhang Yunshang lost her usual composure. She instinctively raised her right arm, drawing the wide sleeve of her snow-white fox-fur coat across her chest. She was shielding the meridian at the left side of her heart—exactly where she wore the Longevity Lock against her skin.
"Dad..."
It was Zhang Yunqing, standing nearby, who broke the silence.
As her older brother, he had always known his sister had survived this long only because a rare treasure kept her alive. But he had never imagined that treasure was the Longevity Lock.
The Longevity Lock, as its name suggested, could preserve a person's life for a hundred years.
That "hundred years" did not mean living to a hundred, as ordinary people understood it. It meant a hundred years from the day one put it on.
Even if the body decayed, life force was extinguished, and one's allotted years ran out, the lock could forcibly hold the Three Souls and Seven Spirits in place, reverse yin and yang, and borrow another hundred years from heaven.
It was a treasure that truly defied heaven and changed fate—one worth unleashing a storm of blood for, even to Sage Patriarchs of the Upper Four Realms with one foot already in the grave.
Zhang Yunqing looked at his father's honest, guileless face. His voice sank. "You just said opening the path to