What demons, ghosts, gods, or immortals—Zhao Feng had naturally heard of them all, having encountered numerous accounts in biographies and novels in his past life. Now that he had stepped into the world of cultivation and found his lifespan limited, speculations immediately formed in his mind.
I'll just take it one step at a time. In any case, even if my realm and lifespan aren't currently increasing, I've gained plenty of lifespan from killing enemies, so I have all the time in the world. Perhaps once Qin unifies the land, everything will become clear.
With that thought, Zhao Feng decided not to dwell on it any further for the time being.
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「Time passed!」
For the rest of the world, the attention of the various states was fixed on the great war between Qin and Zhao. The war had progressed to such a point that it had become intractable; it seemed nothing short of Zhao's destruction could end it.
