Kapitel 835: Thousand Demon Meet

Howling Moon Mountain's peak.

A figure stood in the breeze with his hands behind his back. His robes fluttered, his scarlet hair danced and his eyes were clear with a gaze as deep as the ocean.

He had refined features and looked like a scholar in his twenties; time seemed to have left no mark on his face at all.

The only hint of age was through the wistful look in his eyes from time to time.

Su Zimo gazed into the distance with a pensive expression.

There was an old saying that the road of cultivation was endless and caused one to lose sights of the world. It was at this moment that he resonated with the idea deeply.

A hundred years was probably an entire lifetime for mortals in the secular realm.

However, for Nascent Souls with lifespans of a thousand years, it did not mean much at all.

Things were still peaceful in Howling Moon Mountain after a hundred years.