Five hundred years of lifespan, in exchange for the lost souls of the Ancient Literature Society, so they may find rebirth in the Netherworld King's Pure Land.
Is this deal worth it?
Chu Ling had no way to answer.
Because five hundred years… is too long; from the rise of the Five Continents Civilization until now, only a little over six hundred years have passed.
In five hundred years, one could watch the North Continent grow from desolate ruin, slowly develop, and finally raise the giant wall that stretches for ten thousand miles along the Frontier.
Seas turn to mulberry fields, and yet it's only five hundred years.
And yet five hundred years is also very short.
The more than sixteen hundred members of the Ancient Literature Society who have passed, each of them still had decades of time left; they had lives that belonged to them…
