Name: Zhao Ya. Age: 21. Remaining life: 3999 (+ 364 days) years
Skills: Eight Vajra Longevity Skill (Peak Performance 99%)
Wind-Slaying Saber Technique (Extraordinary to Saint)
Immovable Ming King Fist (Returning to the Essence 67%)
Stepping on Snow Without Leaving Traces (Extraordinary to Saint)
Spirit Turtle Hibernation Technique (Returning to the Essence 99%)
Great Stone-Throwing Hand (Peak Performance 99%)
Golden Body Armor Technique (Returning to the Essence 90%)
Planting Lotus in Fire (Returning to the Essence 59%)
[Three Jiao Unlock has been initiated, current progress: 18%]
[Bladder Unlock has been initiated, current progress: 21%]
[Once all Six Viscera are unlocked, talent can be merged]
Upon seeing the lifespan section, Zhao Ya couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions.
Just one day short of breaking the four-thousand-year mark, and he was stuck there.
However, Zhao Ya couldn’t help but reflect; unknowingly, he had grown from a "short-lived ghost" with less than twenty years left, to an existence lasting several thousand years.
This inevitably made Zhao Ya feel a sense of loss, even a trace of detachment from this world.
Currently, the people around him were still there, but what about a hundred years later?
By then, if his master, Zui’Er, and even Tan Dong were all gone,
wouldn’t he be facing a situation akin to a time-traveling solitude, losing everyone familiar around him?
Zhao Ya suddenly understood the heartless, even cold-blooded mentality of the long-lived species spoken of in the novels he had read.
Because their lengthy lives simply did not allow for rich emotions, otherwise they would become burdens, gradually weighing them down.
Regarding this, Zhao Ya had no better solution and could only hope to elevate the Martial Dao realm of his master and Zui’Er to ensure they too could enjoy longer lifespans.
Zhao Ya shook his head, temporarily dismissing these thoughts, then stood up and moved his body before practicing a set of Immovable Ming King Fist.
Indeed.
After opening another hand meridian, the power of his fist technique received a greater boost.
The howling fist wind broke all the flowers and plants in the small courtyard.
Zhao Ya dared not continue, fearing he might bring down his house.
Even though Zhao Ya knew that this small increase alone would likely find it hard to rival the Jingping Saint Venerable, who emerged successfully after twenty years of secluded cultivation.
But increasing his strength by even a fraction meant a fraction more safety for himself.
If things truly became unmanageable, Zhao Ya would do everything he could to rescue those he could, then temporarily withdraw from this whirlpool of trouble.
After all, Zhao Ya knew very well that his greatest advantage was not his talent or his Martial Dao realm, but his long lifespan.
To put it bluntly, even if Zhao Ya did nothing, simply hid somewhere, he could outlast all his opponents.
But doing so would be too tedious.
Moreover, after hearing about the mystery of Wuyang Sea from Wu Bao’Er, Zhao Ya always felt this world was not as simple as it seemed.
So even if he wanted to hide, he must have enough strength to protect himself.
It seems necessary to seize the time and make as many preparations as possible.
Zhao Ya silently calculated in his heart.
But the developments were much faster than he imagined.
The next day, the news that Bright Moon Valley had been annihilated overnight by the alliance of three forces led by Jingping Saint spread like wildfire, causing an upheaval throughout the world Beyond the World.
All sects and factions were taken aback.
Not because Bright Moon Valley was strong.
In reality, Bright Moon Valley was a lower-middle level sect at best.
But because of the domineering style of Jingping Saint.
As the details of the day were disclosed, people learned that Jingping Saint went on a killing spree solely because of the Medicine Saint Statue hidden in Bright Moon Valley.
Although the way Bright Moon Valley acquired the Medicine Saint Statue was also disgraceful, upon hearing that Jingping Saint killed Gu Shunde with a single punch, many still felt a sense of shared fate.
Because no one could guarantee that Jingping Saint wouldn’t also set his sights on the foundational artifacts of their own sect.
If he came to demand them, should one give or not give?
As a result, the attention of all sects shifted instantly from North Canglong to Jingping Saint and his followers.
When they saw that, after leaving Bright Moon Valley, they went nowhere but marched grandly towards North Canglong’s direction, many secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But some small sects along the way suffered.
To preserve themselves and avoid conflict, some timid sects simply moved their families, while bolder ones shut their mountain gates tightly, not daring to come out.
For a while, the entire Beyond the World was engulfed in a tense atmosphere, and all eyes focused on North and South Canglong.
Because they knew an unprecedented battle was about to unfold.
The great hall of Azure Dragon Temple.
When Zhao Ya arrived, the atmosphere was quite tense.
Even Shen Yunshen, usually lively, was solemn at this moment.
Besides him, there were only a handful of elders like Guo Luming and Qin Jianji.
These people were the absolute core members of Azure Dragon Temple, and the ones Guan Xuejiang trusted the most.
Upon seeing Zhao Ya, Guan Xuejiang exhaled slightly.
"Ya is here. Now that everyone is here, let’s discuss how we should respond. Given Jingping Saint’s speed, he will arrive at Azure Dragon Temple by tomorrow at the latest."
Everyone was silent for a moment, then Guo Luming spoke first.
"Junior Brother, you are the great elder of Azure Dragon Temple, so you should oversee the command. As for fighting the enemy, leave it to this old man. After being cooped up in the library for over twenty years, it’s indeed time to show myself, or else many might really think I’ve become useless due to old age."