"You've been here for so many years, haven't you felt bored?"
"Not really, when no one's here, I just sleep, and one sleep can last for decades."
The Black Dragon's sharp fingertips scraped across the scales as if scratching an itch, bursting with sparks as it spoke, "But this world is decaying; it used to be about as large as the entire Central State, but now it's about the same size as Tiandu City. I estimate that it will disappear along with this painted world in another hundred years."
Though it seemed indifferent, Chen Mo still saw a hint of relief in its eyes.
A lifespan of two thousand years seemed long, but it wasn't as thrilling as a mortal's decades of life.
Being trapped in this corner of the world, longevity had become a form of torture.
Chen Mo shook his head, said no more, and flew to the spheres of light.
