Wang Xuan transformed into a Daoist, his snow-white long hair paired with jade-like smooth skin, truly exuding an immortal air.
"May I ask your name?" a burly man inquired.
With one glance, Wang Xuan discerned that this man was the leader of the surrounding dozen individuals, though his demeanor and appearance were human, he was actually a Celestial Demon who had transformed into a Wild Bull.
"You may call me Longevity Taoist," Wang Xuan said softly, glancing at the few people with slightly raised eyelids.
Such arrogance!
The group examined the Daoist, wondering if he was a truly enlightened master or just posturing.
Longevity? You dare call yourself Longevity.
In such a mythical era, even Celestial Immortals with lifespans of tens of thousands of years dare not call themselves Longevity.
Perhaps only those True Immortals who could delve deep into the Xingyu and coexist with Life Planets, with lifespans lasting millions of years, could barely claim to be Longevity?
