As the empress who breaks off her engagement at the beginning, I choose the evil little black lotus.

The meaning of Liu Zhenzhen's words was that she brought Su Yan into her mental image, into the saint's painting with space and time as the axis.

The three of them felt incredible because almost no saint would do this, especially after the mental image has been perfected.

This is like adding a random stroke to a famous painting that has already been formed. If not done well, it will shake the foundation of the Tao.

Su Yan didn't know whether Liu Zhenzhen was conceited, didn't understand, or was crazy.

He only knew that after five hundred years of getting along with her, this woman really couldn't lie.

If he is really in Liu Zhenzhen's mind now, then it is indeed not surprising at all to be immortal for five hundred years, or even five thousand years.

Because the end time does not depend on his longevity, but the length of this painting.

As the late emperor said, the two axes of this painting are space and time.

The length and width determine the size of the mental image. On the nameless sea, some are as small as leaves, and some are as vast as land.

Theoretically, the lifespan of a sub-sage is only two thousand years, and no matter how long the timeline is, it will not exceed two thousand years.

After the mental image is formed for the first time and the saint breaks through, a first-level saint still has nine opportunities to perfect his mental image. However, the lifespan of a first-level saint is only five thousand years. In other words, the longest timeline will not exceed Five thousand.

However, in reality, saints throughout the ages have come up with various ways to extend this timeline.

Such as the reincarnation method: seal the physical body, and a little bit of true spirit reincarnates hundreds of thousands of times. Extend the timeline by millions of lifetimes.

Another example is the clone method: use one clone to enter a small world that is hundreds of millions of times faster, wait until the small world dies, and then go to the next one.

Another example is the method of entering a dream, where a big dream of tens of thousands of autumns is used to paint the years in the dream.

……

There are many such methods.

However, there is only one person in a hundred who is truly successful.

A sage once lamented: It is easy to ask questions, but difficult to ask the heart.

Another sage said: It is harder to deceive people than to deceive heaven.

It is not easy for a master of painting to paint a famous painting handed down from generation to generation, let alone the mental image of a saint.

Mental images are the way of saints, feelings, sustenance for the world, the place of origin when looking back, and the lamp that illuminates the nameless.

There are many saints in the vast sky, but until the true spirit is lost in reincarnation; or the original body and the clone are blurred; or it falls into fantasy and dreams, the timeline of the mental image cannot be extended by an inch. The painting on the Nameless Sea is always a leaf as big as a leaf.

"How long is your mental image?" Su Yan took a deep breath and asked.

The Liu Zhenzhen in front of her was already in the state of choosing an emperor, and her mental image had already been perfected ten times.

Su Yan had an ominous premonition in her heart. Her mental image might be five thousand years old, ten thousand years old, or even fifty thousand years old.

Liu Zhenzhen pondered for a moment and then said: "Probably, half a million years."

Liu Zhenzhen has never used methods such as reincarnation, clones, and dreaming.

Her mental image was of her years in the imperial mausoleum.

Although, this period of time has already exceeded half a million years.

But the time of her mental image was until she reached the tenth level of perfection. At that time, the mental image had been completely formed, and neither the time axis nor the space axis could be extended any further.

At that time, Liu Zhenzhen could no longer remember how long it was. She only remembered that it was about five hundred thousand years.

"Tell me, how long?"

Not only Su Yan, but Shen Xiaoxue and Gu Nanyi also thought they heard wrongly.

"Five million years." Liu Zhenzhen repeated it again.

"how long?"

"Half a million years."

When Liu Zhenzhen confirmed for the third time, Su Yan's entire body turned into a sculpture, and then his eyes gradually turned red.

why?

why?

Originally, he had already accepted his fate.

Just like the famous saying before time travel, if fate wants...you and can't resist, then...

Five hundred years later, dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust, and he will be liberated.

But now, Liu Zhenzhen told him that five hundred years is not the end yet, there are still half a million years like this!

Half a million years!

He looked back on his life from Beishan City to the Fallen Heaven Realm. He was full of dust and hardship, and it only lasted two hundred years.

Five hundred thousand years is 2,500 times as long as his current life. It is a length that even a small martial artist like him cannot calculate with all his efforts.

In the outside world, the seas are drying up, the seas are turning into mulberry fields, the rise and fall of several dynasties, and the withering and rebirth of countless small worlds...

But in this imperial mausoleum, there are only half a million polar nights, half a million snow-covered mountains, half a million flowers blooming, and half a million butterflies dancing.

That's it.

That's all!

And what about those people in his memory?

It's only five hundred years now, no matter how you try to keep Xue'er, Tuantuan, father, master, and...

The faces of the most important people in his life were somewhat blurred.

What about half a million years from now?

At that time, will he only have this imperial mausoleum and only her left in his heart?

Su Yan stared at Liu Zhenzhen for a moment.

Is this her purpose?

Time will eventually bring everything. Time will eventually take away everything.

"Do you know? There used to be many things in this imperial mausoleum that were beyond my reach. The ghost bamboo shoots we ate tonight, the monkey wine in the forest on the mountainside, the snow lotus on the top of the mountain... But I just need to wait. Everything will be there.”

Only then did Su Yan truly understand what kind of power was hidden in Liu Zhenzhen's words.

"Haha, hahahahaha!" Su Yan couldn't help laughing.

If his eyes weren't already dry, he might have burst into tears from laughter at this moment.

As for it?

Just for him, a little Martial Lord with a lifespan of only five hundred years, to make him bow down and become her dog, five hundred years is not enough, and she will spend half a million years with herself once she reaches the Emperor Selection Realm!

But he didn't want her to get her wish!

Just like what he once told Liu Zhenzhen.

Although he, Su Yan, has a low level of cultivation, his temperament is as stubborn as a stone. Even if he is knocked to pieces, he will not look back.

In the shocked eyes of Shen Xiaoxue and Gu Nanyi, they saw Su Yan, with blood-red eyes, grabbed the hatchet by the door in shock and rushed towards Liu Zhenzhen by the stove...

There are always ants on the ground who would rather be shattered to pieces than become playthings in the palm of their hands.

But Liu Zhenzhen seemed not to have heard the sound of the approaching blade, and still lowered her head to peel the bamboo shoots, not even slowing down her hand movements.

No one would doubt that Su Yan's knife could damage a hair on her head.

As long as she raised her hand, or even just a look or a thought, Su Yan could be immobilized or wiped out.

But she really didn't do anything.

However, the hatchet finally stopped within an inch of Liu Zhenzhen's head.

It wasn't Liu Zhenzhen's power, but the man with the knife who couldn't cut him down.

"Hey!"

I don't know how much time passed before a soft sigh sounded in the wooden house where no one could see it.