At thirty thousand years old, Meng Chuan's vitality was like the setting sun, and a few more strands of white had appeared at his temples.
But Meng Chuan still had several thousand years to live.
"This is my first time experiencing old age..." Meng Chuan studied the feeling closely.
It was almost absurd. Since becoming an emperor in the Human Dao Realm, he had never grown old.
After comprehending the Red Dust Battle Immortal Path, he had forced himself through Transformation after Transformation, attaining immortality nine times and reaching the Ultimate Peak ten times.
Each Transformation had given Meng Chuan tens of thousands of years of life. Yet before he could use up that lifespan, he had begun the next Transformation, and his lifespan had soared again.
He had never felt old in his life, unlike other Red Dust Immortals.
He had not expected to make up for that regret now.
Meng Chuan stood atop a mountain and watched the sun set, much like the life of his current incarnation.
Another five thousand years passed. Meng Chuan was now thirty-five thousand years old in this life.
Throughout those five thousand years, Meng Chuan had remained deep in thought. At times, he looked up at the sky, as though he could see through the world's boundary and into the brilliant age beyond it.
After thirty-five thousand years, that flourishing age outside had also entered a quiet period. Many supreme Heavenly Prodigies had reached the Human Dao Pinnacle and were searching for their own Road to Immortality.
But that search was destined to take a long time.
Even the future Primordial Emperor (Footprint Emperor) would need several hundred thousand years to become immortal, though Meng Chuan did not know which path he would take.
But the clamor outside and the splendor of