Immortal Travel of Longevity

Chen Changsheng slowly lost all sense of the passing years.

Fast was exactly that—fast. Slow was exactly that—slow.

When a person could no longer feel the speed of time, it meant that segment of their life had lost its meaning.

This was the inevitable end awaiting everyone.

Or, for a very rare few, the beginning.

Sometimes, a simple "you get used to it" glossed over a great many things.

It was like the chessboard sitting before Chen Changsheng. The game held endless variations, but as it progressed, personal styles solidified, abandoning the bold, interesting moves of the early game.

Perhaps that was exactly why, from then on, Chen Changsheng never won another game of chess against the Demon Sovereign.

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