Ye Xuan struggled to calm his excited heart, continuously urging himself to settle down. After dozens of breaths had passed, he finally regained his composure.
Deep within the Earth's core, fiery magma flowed, and the scent of saltpeter and sulfur wafted through the air. The intense heat that could burn all things didn't affect Ye Xuan in the slightest,
Ye Xuan calculated with a pinch of his fingers, the fabric of space-time around him subtly transforming, as he silently discerned just how much time his breakthrough into the Daluo Realm had taken.
"Three thousand years?"
Ye Xuan's brows furrowed slightly; never had he imagined that merely breaking through to the Daluo Realm would have required three thousand years in the depths of the Earth's core.
"I am six thousand years old this year?"
Ye Xuan murmured to himself, a self-mocking smile forming on his face. Unbeknownst to him, he had lived for six thousand years, which made him feel as though he was dreaming.
