Time flew by, and hundreds of years passed quickly.
Twenty-one cycles of the pugilistic world. A hundred years was enough for seven or eight generations of people to pass through.
No matter how ambitious or heroic they were, they could not escape the fate of being swept away by the wind and rain.
Only the story of "White Tiger Seven Murders, Dominating the World" had been passed down for more than a hundred years, allowing Fang Xian to live up to his name and become a martial arts legend.
Country of Yuanwu, Golden Breeze Drizzle Building.
"Flowers bloom and wilt, helpless to mourn the passing of spring …"
Fang Xian lay on a soft chair and sighed.
He was no longer young.
His shiny black hair had turned white, and his once energetic body had become old and stooped. His face was wrinkled and filled with age spots.
"I'm 179 years old this year, one more year … three sixty-year cycles, is that my limit?"
The mental acuity of a Great Grandmaster allowed him to accurately grasp the time of his body's death.
The sorrow of watching one's life come to an end, the candle flame burning out bit by bit, was not something a young person could imagine.
Even if he had once suppressed the world with his fists!
Even if he did not have the title of the chief of the pugilistic world, he had the strength of the chief!
Even if he held supreme power, all the treasures, beauties, secret arts … he could take whatever he wanted, and he was extremely extravagant.
Now, no matter how good the wine, no matter how beautiful the beauties were, they could not arouse his interest.
What replaced them was a kind of desolation of drawing one's sword and looking around blankly.
So what if he was invincible in the world? Without external enemies, he could only watch his body gradually age, his qi and blood deteriorate, and he might not even be able to form the White Tiger at his peak. He was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.
"Between life and death, there is great terror!"
"If I die on the battlefield, it is nothing, but this feeling of helplessness is terrifying …"
"Even if I have a golden finger, I am not sure if I can live a fourth life …"
"That's why the wise rulers in history became muddleheaded and cruel as they aged … It wasn't because they were muddleheaded, but because they had given up on themselves … Because even if they were famous, what was it in the face of death? They might as well be willful! "
In this world, a person's life of 200 was the limit!
Of course, this limit was the most perfect theoretical state.
When Fang Xian was young, he had been in all sorts of battles and injuries … and had consumed a great deal of his blood and essence energy, which had greatly reduced his lifespan.
Originally, he only had about a hundred and fifty years to live.
Even if he relied on the White Tiger Dharma Idol to absorb the Spiritual Essence, it would only be delayed by thirty years. Any more than that would be impossible!
Unless … he could truly break through to the next realm!
"It's a pity that it's impossible. Grandmaster is the upper limit of this world … In truth, the zhenqi cultivation of a Grandmaster is about the same as that of a Grandmaster. It's just that their mental state is a notch higher, allowing them to become one with the world and harmonize their spirit with the world …"
"This is the limitation of the world. Unless one can single-handedly overturn the world, there's no way to break through it …"
Fang Xian got up and went outside.
"Head Deacon!"
A deacon immediately knelt on the ground to welcome him, as if he was looking at a deity descending to the mortal world.
"Outside the city, Maple Forest Mountain."
Fang Xian sat in the carriage and ordered.
Currently, he was the highest Revered Elder of the Golden Breeze Drizzle Building. Even the new Building Master, Yu Xiaohu, had to listen to his orders.
The Maple Forest Mountain was dyed red.
In the chilly wind, Fang Xian came to a tomb.
This was Yu Longjiao's tomb!
This female Grandmaster was older than him, so naturally, she would die before him.
Today was the anniversary of her death.
Fang Xian closed his eyes. The image of the fairy dressed in black and her feet as fair as snow seemed to appear before his eyes.
Moreover, this female Grandmaster might have had some feelings for him later on, but he had rejected her.
Not only that.
Everyone in the Pugilistic World knew that the former White Tiger Star Lord, who was now the White Tiger Deity, had been alone all his life. He had no family, wife, children, and disciples.
Everyone in the Pugilistic World said that the White Tiger Deity had no worries and no weaknesses.
But Fang Xian knew that he was afraid.
He was afraid to see his wife and son die before him!
He did not want to experience that kind of sorrow and pain again.
It was just like how he had disguised himself to send off the Wang Family.
Back then, the Wang Family had long enjoyed the rest of their lives. Now, the bloodline had him secretly taking care of it, but in terms of affection, it really was much thinner, not much left.
"Life, separation, death, farewell …"
Fang Xian murmured, feeling extremely complicated.
When he returned to the Golden Breeze Drizzle Building, a young man came to greet him. "Big Grandpa!"
He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He was in high spirits, and he had a youthful vigor that even Fang Xian envied.
"Xiaohu … What's the matter?"
Fang Xian directly suppressed the darkness and jealousy in his heart and asked casually.
"The latest news is that the descendants of the Brahman and Taoism lineages seem to have secretly come out … And the Grandmaster Bao Shenglong in the north has also made a breakthrough. Maybe he wants to challenge Big Grandpa …"
Yu Xiaohu said worriedly.
In the past, there were also experts who wanted to challenge Fang Xian, and they were all rare geniuses in the Pugilistic World.
And then there was no then …
The reputation of the White Tiger Deity was built on the bones of Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters.
But now, it seemed that the news that Fang Xian was old and weak had spread. The Wolf King was old, and the male wolves who wanted to challenge him were eager to give it a try.
Among them, Bao Shenglong and Yu Xiaohu were known as the 'Northern Dragon and Southern Tiger'. They were the most famous Grandmasters of the younger generation in the Pugilistic World.
Now that the Northern Dragon had broken through to Great Grandmaster, he directly suppressed Yu Xiaohu.
"Haha … Looks like my fierce reputation can no longer suppress them … Cough, cough …"
After saying a few words, Fang Xian began to cough and pant.
A Great Grandmaster could control his body perfectly. At least before the age of 150, he still had 90% of his peak battle power.
But after the age of 160, his condition declined year by year. He began to lose control of his qi and blood, and even fell sick.
At the age of 179, there was still one year to go, and his condition naturally worsened.
"Forget it … The peace of more than 150 years has finally been broken. What is separated for a long time must be united, and what is united for a long time must be separated. This is the rule of heaven …"
Fang Xian waved his hand and dismissed Yu Xiaohu, who wanted to come up and massage his back. "This old man can't care about these things, and I don't want to care … As for the challenge? Let's talk about it after the letter of challenge is delivered to us … "
Yu Longjiao remained unmarried throughout her life. This Yu Xiaohu was not a direct descendant of Yu Longjiao, but he had the ability and talent. With Fang Xian's help, he had finally taken control of the Golden Breeze Drizzle Building. After another generation, the Golden Breeze Drizzle Building would completely belong to 'Yu'.
At this moment, looking at Fang Xian's thin and stooped back, Yu Xiaohu's expression was extremely complicated.
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