[Theft in progress...] [Theft successful! Congratulations, host! Lifespan +255,879 years!]
Just as the system notified him that the stolen lifespan had arrived, Zhao Chengming's appearance began to change rapidly.
His once-powerful physique swiftly withered into a frail bag of bones, as though a gust of wind could knock him over.
His head of black hair turned a withered yellow, then snow-white, all within a few short seconds.
His voice grew increasingly weak. Even making a sound became unbearably difficult, let alone uttering a complete sentence.
He had entered the twilight of his life!
"Th-this is..." Looking at his stick-thin hands, Zhao Chengming turned his gaze toward Chen Mu, leaving nothing but terror in his eyes.
Before he could think further, his lifespan ran out. His eyes rolled back, and he died.
His eyes remained open in death.
"Mu'er, did you strip away his lifespan as well?" Qin Xuanji asked in disbelief.
Even she had never heard of or witnessed anything like this.
Fortunately, the person wielding such power was her own flesh and blood. Otherwise, Qin Xuanji could never have remained as calm as she was now; her heart would already have exploded with turmoil.
"That's right. All 255,879 years of his lifespan have been added to my own total," Chen Mu openly admitted.
Something this trivial hardly warranted concealment.
"Mu'er, just how many more surprises are you going to give your mother?" Qin Xuanji made no attempt to hide her admiration for Chen Mu.
This was the first time she had ever felt awe toward someone.
And that someone was her own son.
"I was merely fortunate enough to learn this secret art by chance in a hidden realm."
"If you like it, Mother, I can teach you." Chen Mu planned to use the Heaven-Devouring Art to