In the 5,814th year of the Nine Suns Calendar, June 12th, the weather was cloudy.
It had already been thirty-three years since the beast tide first began.
Atop Bright Moon Peak.
An emaciated-looking man lightly brushed off non-existent dust from his body before casually summoning a water mirror.
The figure reflected in the mirror appeared to be about twenty years old, yet had a head full of snow-white hair, and his eyes held an indescribable weariness and vicissitudes of life.
In the past three years of his cultivation, he burned nearly 1,200 years of his lifespan.
"So this is the taste of the Life Expectancy Limit, the inherent fear of life itself," Yu Xian thought as he carefully observed his aging body.
Although his cultivation was incredibly powerful at this moment, only a thin line away from the Divinity Transformation Realm, he was even more formidable than the Pure Yang True Monarch in the past.