A hundred years.
This number is but a flick of the fingers in the Heavenly Realm, yet in the Human World, it's the passing of three full generations.
Nezha stood on the cloud platform outside the South Heavenly Gate, with the sea of clouds billowing beneath his feet. In his hand, he held a Copper Coin that had dimmed over time—given to him as change by an old man selling pancakes a hundred years ago when he left Chentang Pass. The old man said the Copper Coin was minted the year King Wu campaigned against the rebels and would ensure safety.
The Copper Coin remained, yet the grass on the old man's grave had likely recurred over many cycles.
The Human World had passed a full hundred years.
