The last Pill Tower Half-Saint had a faint look of understanding in his eyes. When he had decided to be the last to leave, he had vaguely sensed that he might not be able to get out after all. Now, it had indeed come true.
However, he did not regret it. Though he was a High-level Half-Saint, slightly stronger than the two Intermediate Half-Saints, he had long known that his potential had reached its limit. Even if Gu He placed the Flame of Life in the Small Pill Tower, it could only extend their lifespans; it would not change their potential. Given his circumstances, even if he lived another hundred years, he would not be able to advance to the Dou Saint class. It was better to leave the chance of survival to those with greater potential.
Only after understanding this had he unhesitatingly chosen to stay behind. At this moment, he flew beside Gu He with a rather calm expression and said, "Gu He, since you did not leave with them, you must still have something to do here. If there is anything I can help with, just say it. This old bag of bones does not have much longer to live anyway."
His words carried an open-minded detachment from life and death.
Gu He's heart trembled, and a trace of sorrow appeared in his eyes. "Please lend me some of your soul power, Senior. Also, do you have any descendants who need looking after?"
"This old man has always been alone. The Pill Tower has been my home, and I have no descendants. You need not feel sad either. To see the Pill Tower truly grow strong before my death, I have no regrets left." The old man sliced his palm, and fresh blood flowed from the wound.