And for a full stick of incense, there was no movement in the Tongtian Tower.

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's eyes moved slightly, and he could feel that the power of the great law was passing through him.

No, it’s the Dao Shen in the entire Tower of Babel who is passing away.

Like years, passing by in a hurry and elusive!

"Is this disaster caused by years or time?"

On Qin Xuan's shoulders, a strand of black hair turned into white silk, but he smiled softly.

He has gone through the calamity of time countless times.

"Forget it, just experience the pain of life again, the pain of old age, weakness and illness!"

He sighed softly and sat down on the ground, sitting cross-legged in the Tower of Babel.

His hair turned white and his face became wrinkled.

In just half an hour, Qin Xuan's body changed from the appearance of a young man to a state of decay that lasted a hundred years.

At this moment, Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly became a little lost.

"Even the memory is starting to become blurry, is it missing?"

He seemed to be vaguely aware of it, and his voice was loud.

In the Tower of Babel, it was as if he was the only one left alone in the entire world.

Quietly waiting for old age, time swallows everything.

Vaguely, Qin Xuan seemed to be thinking of old friends, but the faces of these old friends became increasingly blurry, as if obscured by clouds and fog.

In the end, all he could remember was that...
Chapter completed!