Ten Thousand Ghost Forest.
A town.
An old castle near the outskirts.
The old man sitting in the seat of honor listened calmly as his subordinate recounted the battle.
The old man was very old.
He looked to be over a hundred.
He was frail and aged.
Decayed and decrepit.
In the Supernatural World, many people maintained a youthful appearance or kept a middle-aged face for various reasons. Others looked like old men.
There was no single pattern.
Strictly speaking, judging someone's age by their appearance was meaningless.
Especially here, in the Death Realm.
These people were called humans, but they were actually Vicious Ghosts. They merely possessed the consciousness of living people and humanlike behavior.
Vicious Ghosts, huh?
Wasn't it normal for them to be so decayed?
But...
This old man was different.
His decay was not an act, nor did it stem from the characteristics of Vicious Ghosts and the supernatural. It was a complete old age that came from within to without, from the depths of his consciousness to his physical body—a genuine aging in every sense.
This aging.
It had even affected his supernatural powers, giving people an impression of extreme weakness.
His name was Du Weiyang.
He was the leader of Ghost Mist Fortress, one of the greatest factions in Ten Thousand Ghost Forest, and one of the oldest powerhouses there. Even the native residents of Ten Thousand Ghost Forest rarely knew how old he was.
Many people's grandfathers' grandfathers had already seen him looking this old when they were young.
At this moment.
He stared blankly at a corner of the room.
He seemed to have spaced out.
But the subordinate making the report did not dare to be the slightest bit perfunctory, much less embellish anything. He did not even dare show the