Years seemed like a knife, slicing upon Xuan Yue's body, transforming a spirited Demi Immortal into an old man in the blink of an eye.
The transformation was so swift that no one could discern his middle-aged appearance, and even Xuan Yue's prime years lingered only for a moment before he entered his dotage.
"How could this be? How could this be?"
Xuan Yue, his eyes wide, murmured to himself. His lips trembled slightly as a hoarse, aged voice filled with indescribable fear.
It was as if he were a leaking bottle, his life span vanishing at breakneck speed.
Yet he had transcended life span, his body and Divine Soul flawless, neither would age over the years, and as long as a breath of Spiritual Energy existed, he could continue to exist indefinitely. With no inherent limits to his lifespan, how could he possibly age?
