The dispersal of the Ten Thousand Techniques indeed marks an era of despair. The immortal lose their life, and the extraordinary fall from grace to become ordinary. Who can accept such a contrast?
There is no way to accept it!
Zhang Chen sat inside the carriage, feeling the life force draining from his body. He could sense himself slowly aging, continuously transforming into old age.
"I can probably live for three hundred years," Zhang Chen silently estimated his flesh and lifespan. "Of course, if the body suffers injury, life will drain faster."
Here sat Zhang Chen in the carriage, his eyes filled with lamentation. In this hopeless era, he wished to do something, yet he did not know what he could do.
Along the way, all the demon beasts of the Northern Land transformed into wild beasts, panic-stricken, running in the wilderness. Some beasts even attacked ordinary citizens, prompting a relentless pursuit by Northern Land soldiers.
