A century of time, fleeting like a steed.
Now, Li Hao has reached a soul life of three hundred years.
In the mortal world, even a short decade remains vividly in one's memory, let alone this century of laughter and companionship.
"A hundred years..."
"How brief it is."
Li Hao murmured softly, a prompt appeared before his eyes, but he directly ignored it.
"Senior Brother Haotian, do not be saddened. We perished fighting ancient demons, dying a just death, contributing to the Human Race."
Bitter Bridge said softly, looking at the young man with exceedingly gentle eyes.
He didn't say they died without regret because they indeed had regrets, that was their inability to advance further, to reach the ultimate realm at the end of the immortal divine path.
In this world, who among immortals and divines doesn't long for a glimpse of the supreme Emperor Realm?
But dust returns to dust, earth to earth, bones buried at the frontier, ultimately unable to continue the struggle.
