Kunlun, Holy Land—the Seven Absolutes Holy Land.
The moment the entrance to the Holy Land opened, a carriage shot straight toward the summit at an unparalleled speed, leaving the Holy Land cultivators who were waiting or caught off guard staring in stunned silence.
"That looks like... the Ancestor?"
"Why is the Ancestor in such a hurry...?"
The Seven Absolutes Holy Land was Elder Jing's home base. Within the Alliance, he was an Elder, while within the Seven Absolutes Holy Land, he was its master.
At this moment, he ignored all the people under his command in the Holy Land. Only after reaching his own treasure tower and entering the secluded cultivation room at its highest point did Elder Jing finally feel a trace of safety.
Elder Jing tumbled straight out of the carriage and sprawled onto the floor.
He was terribly weak—unprecedentedly weak. His once-black hair had already turned pale and brittle... His fingers resembled withered branches as they crawled weakly across the floor. Only after he crawled into the spirit array in the secluded cultivation room and activated it to absorb the Holy Land's power did a trace of color reluctantly return to Elder Jing's face.
Cultivators understood the Mandate of Heaven. Especially when their end was approaching, their accuracy was practically metaphysical. At this moment, Elder Jing clearly felt what it meant for his life to be nearing its end.
"I am a dignified Emperor-ranked cultivator with ten thousand years of lifespan... How could this, how could this happen!"
An Emperor-ranked cultivator's lifespan exceeded ten thousand years. That was practically the industry standard. The Canglan Grotto-Heaven had existed for only ten thousand years, which meant that, theoretically, no Emperor-ranked cultivator who had died of old age had truly appeared since ten thousand years ago... In other words, many