Zhang Fusheng is aging, visibly, at a speed that the naked eye can perceive—this is the price.
This is the price for Hong Tianbao and Wei Lingzhu to steal time for cultivation.
Wei Lingzhu experienced five hundred years, Hong Tianbao comprehended a thousand years.
Thus.
Zhang Fusheng aged by fifteen hundred years.
But this aging came to a sudden halt,
In recent days, the most frequent transactions within the High Heaven Association have been lifespan, and the largest share taken is lifespan.
Fifteen hundred years of lifespan quietly merged with himself, and the feeling of aging suddenly ceased.
In the eyes of outsiders,
The World Venerate descended to the mortal world, a smile withers like a flower, and with another pinch of fingers and smile, the dead wood meets spring, becoming once more the youth like a bright sun.
The Buddha speaks of withering and flourishing, and then it truly happens in a moment.
