Dumped While Cultivating Immortality in Old Age—Now That I’m Dead, System, You Finally Show Up?
“Chu, you old demon, your days are numbered and your life is nearing its end. From now on, we’ll go our separate ways—each to their own path, never to see each other again, in life or death. Let’s divorce right here!” Lin Xiyue, overcome with fury, pointed at Chu Feng and shouted loudly. She stood in white robes, graceful and refined, her skin as pure as snow, her beauty unparalleled. A gentle breeze caressed her face, rustling her jet-black hair, her slender figure delicate and exquisite, like a celestial maiden descended to earth. Before her was an old man, his hair snowy white, skin shriveled, body covered in spots, and his grey eyes dull and lifeless. This was Chu Feng, a late-stage cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm from the Supreme Dao Sect. Cultivators at this stage lived for a thousand years—he had lived for nine hundred and ninety-nine. His life was approaching its end. Faced with his wife’s demand for divorce, Chu Feng sighed and said, “Divorce is acceptable, but you must...”
Dumped While Cultivating Immortality in Old Age—Now That I’m Dead, System, You Finally Show Up?
"Old Demon Chu, your time is almost up, your life is nearly over. From now on, you and I will go our separate ways, never to meet again in life or death. Let's end this marriage here."
On a solitary mountain within the Supreme Mystic Dao Sect, a stunningly beautiful woman shouted these words with a face full of hatred.
She was dressed in pure white, exuding a gentle elegance. Her skin was as fair as freshly fallen snow, her features breathtaking, the breeze brushing past her, stirring her long, jet-black hair. Her delicate figure was refined and graceful, like a celestial maiden descended to the mortal realm.
Opposite her stood an elderly man, his hair entirely white, skin withered and mottled, gray eyes dull and lifeless—every sign indicating his life was at its end.
This old man was named Chu Feng, one of the five Nascent Soul Grand Elders of the Supreme Mystic Dao Sect.
He was also a transmigrator.
He had arrived here one month prior, inheriting everything from the old man—body, cultivation, and a lifespan teetering on the brink.
As a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, the old man's lifespan could reach a thousand years, but to Chu Feng's dismay, his predecessor had already lived to the ripe age of 999. At most, he had a single year left.
Others who transmigrated often arrived as newborns or in the prime of youth, ready to shout those grand declarations about rising from obscurity, with endless years ahead and all sorts of cheats at their disposal.
He, on the other hand, had nothing—no adv
