He silently calculated the remaining time in his heart, and with at most a few thousand more years, his essence blood would be able to thoroughly dye the Pangu Statue.
This period of time wasn't long, for an immortal whose life was already undying, it was akin to sleeping a slumber, merely closing one's eyes momentarily.
But it must be understood that Jiang Hui had already stepped into the Realm of Immortal Emperor.
Emperors, seldom seen since ancient times!
From the birth of Heaven and Earth to now, there had only been one Immortal Emperor born.
With such a realm, the level of life would evolve to an unprecedented degree, and the essence blood born of it was naturally beyond comparison—a mere wisp of residual might leaking from the essence blood could in an instant turn a vast Star Sea to dust, its contained energy absolutely immeasurable.
In this light, the period of time seemed too long.