Da Xuan Martial Saint
A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
Chapter 226 Gathering_2
Xiahou Yan shared a smile with everyone, then opened his mouth with a somewhat sighing tone.
The laughter gradually faded from the crowd.
In Chen Mu's mind, thoughts began to drift for a moment.
Xiahou Yan was sixty-seven this year. Although he had cultivated his Six Viscera to Perfection, since he had not become a grandmaster, his strength would gradually decline after he passed the age of one hundred and would approach the end of his lifespan by the age of one hundred and twenty.
Of course, compared to the average lifespan of less than forty years for those ordinary people in these chaotic times, even the infants born this year might not live as long as Xiahou Yan. A martial artist's journey of cultivation was ultimately different.
Not long ago,