The old man was too weak, clearly having expended much in the recent battle, now his life was flickering, like an oil lamp about to extinguish.
Hongxiu was very worried: "Senior, let me take you back to the Wuji Sect to recuperate!"
The old man shook his head: "Useless."
He knew his condition well, this time the battle was not just about the exhaustion, but also the manifestation of various hidden ailments within his body which his aging body could not withstand.
He almost became one with the Dao just now, barely struggling back.
Perhaps it won't be long before he does become one with the Dao.
This is fate.
The end of all things in the world, the disappearance of life, no matter how powerful the person is, one day it will come.
