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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Three Queens, One Heartbreak
Red, White, Black—each costume screamed identity, but their shared tearful gaze said everything. No dialogue needed when the sky cracked open. In *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?*, grief wears silk and feathers. Their synchronized sorrow? Chef’s kiss. 💔🎭
He Crawled Like a Man, Rose Like a God
Mud on his robes, sword trembling in hand—he looked broken. Then *boom*, cosmic light, slow-mo float upward. That transition from despair to transcendence in *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?* wasn’t just CGI; it was catharsis. I rewound it 5 times. 🕊️⚡
Silver Hair, Zero Chill
Waking up with platinum locks and zero memory? Classic trope—but the way he touched his forehead, blinked at flying goddesses… pure existential awe. *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?* made amnesia feel majestic, not cliché. Also, those eyebrows? Iconic. 😳💫
The Real Villain Was Time Itself
Not black robes, not red silk—*centuries*. The weight of 3,000 years showed in every stagger, every glance upward. When the goddesses descended like falling stars, time finally bent. *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?* didn’t need villains. Just history, heart, and holographic temples. 🕰️🔥
The Sky Portal Was a Plot Twist, Not a Glitch
That floating temple portal? Pure emotional whiplash. When the white-robed figure emerged mid-explosion, I gasped—then cried. The contrast between his gritty crawl and celestial ascension in *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?* hit like a poetic gut punch. Visual storytelling at its finest. 🌌✨