It had been six thousand years. Bai An was now six thousand years old, but his face was still the same as it had been in the past. He looked like a young man, but there was a hint of vicissitudes in his eyes as if he had lost a lot of things.
Six thousand years was too long. Even the young man who had been elegant and graceful in the past had been polished by time, and he had grown step by step until now.
When his family and friends and his past enemies all passed away, he inevitably began to change. There was a kind of tempering in his mind, and he grew to his current level.
However, he was still powerful. His Qi Blood was like a furnace, melting the laws of heaven and earth in all directions.
The Qi Blood soared into the sky, turning into a pillar of blood that soared into the sky. No matter where one was in the mystic realm, one could easily see it, shocking countless powerhouses.
