Six thousand five hundred years.
For Ye Xuan, this was a tremendously dreadful concept, as well as an immensely lengthy process, for throughout these six thousand five hundred years, he was either engulfed in slaughter or immersed in solitary cultivation, all for the mere purpose of not being trampled upon by others and to surpass all beings.
Ye Xuan possessed unwavering determination and profound shrewdness, his methods cruel and ruthless, but he was also human, and as human, he too had moments of weariness, and many burdens of the heart he wished to share.
Whether in the Earth Immortal Realm or the Human World, Ye Xuan looked all around him and found not even a single close friend, let alone what one might call a lover.
Liu Baiyi!
