Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of years pass by.
At the top floor of the Ancestral Witch Tower in the White Raven Realm, the land of ultimate limits,
Milton Cheney stands with his hands behind his back, his gaze as serene and profound as a lake.
He still bears the visage of a young man, yet an aura of terrifying deathliness emanates from him.
If anyone were to look at Milton Cheney now, they would surely see not a young man but an elder in the twilight of his years.
"Two million three hundred forty thousand years, I've reached the end of my lifespan."
At this moment, Milton reflects to himself.
Indeed, his lifespan is now nearing its limit.
Though his life is about to end, Milton feels not a trace of any special emotions.
After all, this is not reality but within the confines of True Body Simulation.
Even if the True Body Simulation is exceedingly real, for Milton, it still amounts to an illusion.
