What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?
Giles Baker is the grand founding patriarch of the Azure Abyss Sword Sect. For three thousand years, he remained stuck in the Energy Refining Stage, unable to establish his Foundation. Time to find some gifted ladies, for dual cultivation might just do the trick. Will he get to build his Foundation in the end?
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Armor vs. Silk: The Real Battle
The armored general kneels, sword trembling—not from fear, but from realizing his steel can’t block time itself. Meanwhile, the silk-robed immortal doesn’t even flinch. That contrast? Pure visual storytelling. His calm isn’t indifference; it’s exhaustion from witnessing too many wars. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Nah—he’s just tired of playing hero. 🕊️
Green Flame = Emotional Burnout
That eerie green fire doesn’t just incinerate bodies—it erases legacy. Watch how the flames lick at the armor like they’re mocking its craftsmanship. The fallen warriors aren’t just dead; they’re *unmade*. And the white-haired one? He looks bored. Not cruel. Just… done. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? More like What, A 3,000-Year-Old Ghost Who Forgot How to Grieve. 💀
The Blood-Stained Maiden’s Silent Scream
She stands there, blood on her lip, eyes wide—not with terror, but betrayal. She knew him once. Maybe loved him. Now she watches him erase men like chalk on stone. Her costume’s pristine, but her soul? Cracked. That single tear? It’s not for the dead. It’s for the man who chose eternity over empathy. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? She’s the real tragedy. 🌸
Crown Logic: Why Wear One If You Rule Time?
The armored guy’s crown is ornate, heavy—symbol of duty. The white-haired lord’s? Delicate, almost mocking. He wears it like a joke only he gets. Because when you’ve outlived kingdoms, crowns are just hair accessories. His smirk says it all: ‘You fight for thrones. I watch them crumble.’ What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Please. He’s the only one who remembers the rules—and chose to break them first. 👑
That Umbrella Was a Weapon All Along
The white-haired lord’s parasol isn’t just aesthetic—it’s his aura shield. Every slow turn, every glance under its rim, screams ‘I’ve seen empires rise and fall.’ When he finally lifts it to cast that green curse? Chef’s kiss. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? More like What, A 3,000-Year-Old *Menace*? 😏