Time slips away like a shuttle, and the years pass quickly.
In the blink of an eye, a million years had flown by in an instant.
Atop the Mountain of Years in the Lotus Sacred Ground.
Milton Cheney stood with his hands behind his back, beside him a white-robed elder stood—the very Lotus Monarch himself, who had not yet truly achieved immortality.
A moment later, the Lotus Monarch was the first to speak, "Why is this so? Your life span should not be so brief."
There was a hint of incomprehension in his tone.
By this time, he had also learned of the news that Milton Cheney's life was drawing to a close.
When Milton Cheney had told him this news some time ago, he had been somewhat incredulous.
But after personally checking, he found that the vitality within Milton Cheney's body was indeed passing at an alarmingly fast rate.
This puzzled him.
Even for a Monarch who had fused with the Heavenly Path, with a shorter lifespan, it should still exceed ten million years.
