How long was a mortal's lifetime?
A few decades?
A hundred years?
A hundred years was not long in the eyes of Immortals, Gods, Yao, Ghosts, and Heavenly Demons. It was even very brief.
Yet a hundred years was also a long time. It was the entire lifetime of countless ordinary, unremarkable humans.
It spanned their birth to their death-a very long time.
Given Jiang Yang's journey through nearly a million years, taking a hundred years to recount it was certainly no exaggeration.
Although he had spent most of his time cultivating, he had still experienced so very much.
Jiang Yang felt that a hundred years would be enough to tell his story.
But Jiang Yang's true purpose was not to tell his story. Rather, he hoped to be with Ania like a mortal in these peaceful, beautiful years, to live as a mortal husband and wife for a hundred years.
And, at the same time, fulfill the vow they had made beneath the stars that night.
Inside the peaceful, lovely restaurant.
"A mortal's lifetime?"
Ania's little face instantly flushed crimson.
She was not stupid. She heard the meaning behind Jiang Yang's words.
Although she and Jiang Yang had become lovers back then, she had fallen into slumber not long afterward. Their time together had been too brief.
"Yes, Ania. Do you still remember the vow we made at the very end of the Fifth Epoch's Doomsday, that night when we lay on the dome of the Great Snowfield Shelter, gazing up at the stars?"
Jiang Yang asked with a gentle smile.
"Of course I remember. That night, you and I agreed that after Doomsday, we would find somewhere peaceful and retire to the countryside."
"I would clean the house for you, wash clothes, and cook, while you went out