Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

Throughout the entire Human Race, when adding up all Talisman Masters, genuine Tier Eight Talisman Masters are very few, even less than a hundred!

These Talisman Masters are all elders who have reached the Peak of Perfection, and Song Changming has essentially visited them all in the past.

With his current fame, even those Talisman Tao elders with peculiar temperaments would not turn him away.

And the precious scrolls in his hand all come from these Talisman Tao elders.

Most of them are happy to see Song Changming be promoted to Tier Eight Talisman Master and are willing to lend him a hand.

Yet, despite having so many mentors, Song Changming has still been stuck at the Level Seven bottleneck for five or six years!

This shows how difficult it is to advance in Talisman Tao.

It even made Song Changming doubt whether his Talisman Tao talent has been exhausted at this step.

Otherwise, why would it be so…

Unfortunately, over these thirty years, Song Changming’s strength in various aspects has improved significantly. With his active performance on the Lei Province battlefield, he has also received some rewards related to Physical Traits.

Yet he hasn’t been able to obtain a higher-grade Talisman Tao talent reward.

This might be due to his luck not being good enough, or perhaps his annual evaluations aren’t high enough, and the opportunity has not arrived.

However, Song Changming has no intention of giving up further study in Talisman Tao.

This concerns the future of the Human Race and his own future; the massive hidden danger buried beneath the Abyss makes him constantly want to improve quickly.

He takes out the Talisman Tao scroll daily to appraise it, hoping that one day he might have a sudden inspiration, allowing him to ascend to Tier Eight.

And just as he was staying at Fox Mountain, nearby, some soil turned over, some tiny worms twisted their bodies, quickly disappearing into the dirt.

Yuan Province, Baiding Realm.

Looking across this realm, White Strange Grass grows abundantly, the land is the most fertile in Yuan Province.

This place has always been dominated by the Insect Race and is the Insect Race’s holy land.

From invisible ant bugs and mayflies to hundred-foot-long Earth Dragons, all live in this place.

And the top overlord here, without a doubt, is the Eight-eyed White Worm King.

The Insect King dominates everything, commands all insects, and few in Yuan Province dare to challenge the Insect King’s existence.

An Insect King Tower built from dense skeletons stands in this realm, surrounded by several extremely powerful Earth Dragons coiled around it, with no Insect Race daring to act recklessly here.

Suddenly, some insignificant small white worms crawled out of the dirt outside the Insect King Tower.

These small white worms transformed into human forms, only about two feet tall, scampering towards the Insect King Tower.

Suddenly, one of the Earth Dragons coiled around the Insect King Tower opened its four Insect Eyes, snorting towards the small white worms.

The snort became a fierce wind, directly blowing the small white worms into a messy state, looking quite pathetic.

“Great Earth Dragon, please don’t blow anymore, we have important things to report to the Great King, please let us pass.” One of the small white worms, imitating human behavior, cupped his hands continuously and said.

The Earth Dragon merely moved its body slightly and then closed its Insect Eyes again, indifferent to these small white worms, as if the earlier motion was just idle play.

The small white worms immediately crossed the Earth Dragon, running into the Insect King Tower unimpeded.

Inside the Insect King Tower, there are still some Demon members of the White-haired Worm Race, but they all know that these small white worms scattered throughout Yuan Province are the Insect King’s eyes and informants, so they do not interfere.

“Great King, Great King, we found that Human Race person!”

Upon reaching the top of the tower, the small white worm smoothly knelt, respectfully announcing.

Atop the tower, a man with pale skin, hair disheveled, surrounded by an ominous aura in the entire space.

Any Insect Race near here dared not show the slightest disrespect in behavior or words.

The man is undoubtedly that Worm King of the Eight-eyed White Worm Race.

“Which Human Race person have you found?” the Worm King slightly raised his head and asked.

He had the worm scouts find quite a few from the Human Race.

“The one from Yun Province surnamed Song!” the small white worm hastily added, fearing to annoy the Great King, not daring to delay.

“The Human Race kid who killed Chongsi?” Upon hearing this, the Worm King immediately seemed invigorated, raising his originally hunched upper body.

“Yes, indeed, saw him personally fly into Fox Mountain!” the small white worm confidently exclaimed.

“Fox Mountain…” the Worm King muttered, his face gradually altering with his fierce traits increasingly active.

“Chong Er, come to see this king!” the Worm King suddenly commanded.

This command brought a moment of silence to the entire tower.

Moments later, in the top-level’s highly suppressed confined space, before the Worm King, fragments of black Demon Qi swirled into being.

In the Demon Qi appeared a slender and upright figure.

This figure is shrouded in a tight black robe, with hard antennae protruding from positions like the back of their head, elbows, tail, and more.

Especially on the back of the head, where the antennae burst through the black robe, they are as dense as blooming petals.

“Father King, what do you summon me for?” Chong Er asked.

“This king wants you to go to Fox Mountain and bring back the Human Race person to see me.” the Worm King commanded.

Chong Er faced these words silently.

The Worm King narrowed his Insect Eyes, gazed at the great masterpiece he was so proud of before him, and calmly said, “What’s the matter, if you think it’s unfeasible, I’ll summon Chong Yi back from Lei Province, anyway, the battle over there is finished.”

“Is it the target that even Chong Yi couldn’t capture in Lei Province before?” Chong Er suddenly asked.

“Correct.” the Worm King smiled, “Even Chong Yi, who has never failed, failed this time. Do you dare to go?”

The words seemed to hit a nerve, Chong Er slightly bowed his head, “Leave it to me, I will prove to you who is your greatest masterpiece.”

With these words, Chong Er’s figure once again turned into countless black insects, vanishing into thin air.

The Worm King supported his cheek with one hand, with a chilly expression.

“How dare appear in Yuan Province, really think that my Insect Clan can’t deal with you…”

As for that Fox Mountain, perhaps other Demon Races in Yuan Province might fear it a bit, but in the eyes of the Worm King, destroying it isn’t too difficult.

If Fox Mountain doesn’t recognize its position, complete annihilation would suffice.

Inside the Crystal Palace, only after He Ya finished several plates of pastries and sweets did Song Changming put away the Talisman Tao scrolls.

Relying on the daily cultivation state of Heaven Rewards Diligence, Song Changming can only say there is a bit of gain, but far from enough to reach the opportunity for promotion to Tier Eight.

“He Ya, how old are you this year?” Song Changming suddenly asked.

“Hmm?” He Ya looked at Song Changming, somewhat confused, licking away crumbs from her lips.

“I don’t remember the exact Demon age, only that from birth to gaining wisdom, then transforming into a human form until now, it’s been over eight hundred years.”

It’s clear He Ya, the Princess, doesn’t care much about her exact age, roughly living over eight hundred years.

Compared to Song Changming, the host, she’s considerably longer-lived, but comparing He Ya’s current power, eight hundred demon years seem nearly inconsequential.

Demon races that truly live thousands of years may not possess He Ya’s strength!

To many of the Demon Race, He Ya’s existence may be like a miracle.

No wonder the Thunder Wheel Tiger King covets this daughter’s Demon bloodline, and here lies the reason.

“Longevity…”

Calling forth his personal panel, Song Changming suddenly sighed.

The panel shows he has lived exactly one hundred and thirty-six years.

To live truly this long, back in his previous life, was unimaginable.

In the Song Mansion, there have already been familiar old servants whose life ended naturally, for those not in the Innate realm, a century is the common end of life.

It’s as if he has outlasted an entire generation, looking around seeing only Innate peers remaining.

And in a few decades, these Innate peers will also expire, leaving only Grandmaster powerhouses that could compete with him in age.

Beyond that, everyone will address him as an elder, even though his appearance remains endlessly youthful…

With this in mind, Song Changming feels a lot of emotions, perhaps wisdom that comes with age.