Longevity Simulator: Proving the Dao as a White-Robed Monk from the Start

Ten thousand years ago, I found a little girl in the Scripture Pavilion and shared half a steamed bun with her. Ten thousand years later, she became the Red Dust Empress, ruling supreme through the ages as she called my name again and again across the river of time. Ten thousand years ago, I casually pulled a dying foot soldier to safety on the battlefield. Ten thousand years later, she became an empress, personally leading an expedition across thirty-six provinces just to seek news of a man dressed in white. Ten thousand years ago, I saved a little white snake by the East Sea. Ten thousand years later, she became the ruler of the dragon race, raising towering waves as she asked the heavens where I was. And I was only a menial in the Demon Sect, with just two days left to live. I looked down at the red-bead prayer bracelet on my wrist. It was growing warm. I looked up at the horizon Someone was calling me. They had been calling for ten thousand years…