A thousand years passed like a dream, taking with it many generations and even entire eras. Humanity had already taken to the stars, meaning that the sky was no longer the limit. However, in the midst of it all was a man who had not aged a day. His face could not be seen, but his youthful vigor indicated at least that much.
Yet even with his power having exceeded the Mahayana Realm, passing over into the Lunar Ascendancy Realm, making him the first among the earthlings to do so, he still wasn't strong enough to control time. Thus, he kept on training and cultivating. Through the storm or the hail, he would be found doing everything he could to become stronger.
Romulus met those from other worlds and civilizations, chasing behind a trail of fairy tales about reviving people from the dead and rewinding time. Like this, time ceaselessly passed, further whittling down his ancient bones.
