More than thirty thousand years was somewhat beyond Meng Chuan's expectations. This Dharma-Ending Age was not pulling its weight.
He had done his best to suppress his life's origin, yet after that blade fell, he still had more than thirty thousand years left to live.
When the Blade of Heaven's Will descended upon him, his lifespan shrank drastically. But as it kept cutting, Meng Chuan noticed something was wrong.
Why was it cutting slower and slower? By the end, it could barely cut at all.
Yet Meng Chuan's remaining lifespan had not even dropped below six figures!
What was this? He had come to the Dharma-Ending Age, and he could still live for a six-figure number of years? What kind of Dharma-Ending Age was that?
Meng Chuan hurriedly suppressed his life's origin further. Only with great difficulty did he get his lifespan cut to a little over thirty thousand years. Then it hit the limit.
He suppressed it again and again, finally bringing his lifespan down to roughly the same level as Shi Hao's when he traveled back to the Emperor's Fall Era.
Any further, and it would not budge.
This truly was Heaven's Will. There was nothing he could do.
He needed only this lifetime. In this lifetime, he had to comprehend a concrete method for becoming a Battle Immortal, not just a "general outline."
If he failed in this lifetime, he would abandon this path. More years would do him more harm than good.
A little over thirty thousand years was acceptable.
The Battle Immortal Path demanded an unwavering advance. He had to succeed within one lifetime or two: succeed and become an immortal, fail and die. There was no other retreat.
He could not lose the sharp edge in his heart. If he did, he would never