He could even fly through the air now. That was the greatest difference.
Perhaps it could not last long, but it was still a tremendous transformation—a brand-new beginning.
"Though I sealed off the loss of vital essence around my body, I've still wasted away to skin and bones, with my beard and hair down to my waist."
Outside the Ancient Tomb, Gu Hui found a pool of water. Looking at his current appearance, he was little different from an uncivilized savage.
His clothes were in tatters, and his beard and hair hung to his waist. The corner of his mouth twitched.
After going down the mountain to clean himself up and making some inquiries, he learned that ten years had already passed.
As for his family worrying about him, he no longer cared. At his age, they could accept it even if he had died.
It was just that when they met again, those unfilial descendants would inevitably mock him for running around everywhere at such an advanced age.
He then headed back toward the Ancient Tomb, intending to continue his secluded cultivation.
"Hmm?"
He had spotted three people: Gu Wei, Gu Xin, and another person whom Gu Xin carried on her back, with only the faintest trace of life remaining.
The two of them saw him, and a flash of joy crossed their faces.
"Old man, there was no word from you for ten years. I thought... In the end, I guessed you might have come here. Sure enough, you were here."
Gu Hui nodded with a smile. "What brings you two here?"
Gu Wei sighed. "In the blink of an eye, I'm already one hundred and forty years old. If I don't break through soon, I won't even know when I might die, so I came here to