Yun Daoli was silent after hearing these words. Since even Emperor Ye didn't know about this matter, perhaps no one in the world knew the truth.
No wonder there isn't a single trace of records about this Ghost God.
However...
How did Emperor Ye find out?
Yun Daoli suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Emperor Ye...
Just how long has he lived?
Yun Daoli sneaked a glance at the back in front of him, and his heart grew all the more reverent.
Ye Xuan didn't need to look to know the little thoughts in Yun Daoli's mind, but he never said anything about it.
Once, someone asked him this very question, and Ye Xuan's answer was simple.
"I can't remember anymore either."
From the Mythical Era, to the Ancient Era, Primordial Wilderness, Emperor Era, Ancient Times, the Ancient Era, to the Middle Ages, and then to the present.
To truly count the years lived, it was impossible to tally them all.
So in Ye Xuan's method of calculation, everything was counted in ages.
