480 Thousand Years

Jiang State Capital, Meng Manor's inner courtyard, Lake Heart Pavilion.

"It's really well painted," said Liu Qiyue as she watched from the side.

Meng Chuan sat in front of the painting table and painted. He smiled at his wife and continued painting.

Liu Qiyue carefully studied the painting, which depicted a white-haired Meng Chuan and a white-haired Liu Qiyue sitting together. They took in the fractured world's view and the purple lightning tearing through endless the darkness—the scene of a forming world…

Regardless of a forming or dying world, it was as though the two of them would forever be together.

"Alright." Meng Chuan stopped painting and moved aside.