The flecks of golden light vanished without a trace.
With an illusory sound of collapse, the deathly still Outer-Demon Domain began to crumble and disperse, returning them to the vividly colored real world. In the distance, mortals went about their lives, utterly oblivious.
"Master."
Sword Immortal Lu suddenly spoke. "Have you never reincarnated in the six thousand years you've guarded the mortal world?"
Even Immortals and Gods had limits to their lifespans. If they did not wish to reincarnate and cultivate anew, they had to enter seclusion or slumber. Besides, no matter how much one cultivated in the mortal world, one could only become an Earthly Immortal at best.
Generally speaking, an Earthly Immortal's lifespan was limited to three thousand years.
That was the limit of the physical body. No matter how lofty one's realm or how powerful one's Primordial Spirit, once the body reached its limit, one had to enter reincarnation. Those who had formed a Primordial Spirit could simply awaken their memories in their next life.
After reincarnation, however, there was no guarantee of their aptitude for cultivation.
Yet the old monk seemed to mean that he had never reincarnated during those six thousand years.
"It is not that I was unwilling to reincarnate. After discovering the Savior of the World, I simply could not stop worrying about the Qing City Array's safety. My other old friends guarding the mortal world neither possess my Heavenly Eye ability nor specialize in defense as I do."
The gaunt old monk said softly, "I dared not disappear for too long, so I could only practice Withered Wood Heart-Locking Zen, sealing away my own vitality and lifespan and sitting motionless like dead wood. Only then could I prolong this feeble existence."
Sword Immortal Lu fell silent for a moment, then said, "I