Tribulation Crossing

"Sect Master, which old guy is it this time that's breaking through to the Tribulation Crossing Realm?"

Before the man arrived, his voice had already arrived.

The next second, a disheveled, unkempt old man hurriedly made his way to Xuantian Peak.

When he saw Cen Zhe standing atop the peak, the old man's eyes lit up. With a flash, he had already arrived before Cen Zhe.

He looked at Cen Zhe with keen curiosity in his eyes, seemingly awaiting Cen Zhe's answer.

However, Cen Zhe merely glanced at him and said irritably,

"Old Man Xuan, you are the dignified Enforcement Elder of the sect. What kind of behavior is this, shouting and making a fuss?"

"So many years have passed, yet you still haven't broken through to the Mahayana Realm. If you don't break through soon, just wait to die!"

The Old Man Xuan Cen Zhe spoke of was one of Xuantian Sect's most senior Tribulation Crossing Realm Elders, even older than Cen Zhe.

He had lived in Xuantian Sect for more than fifty thousand years.

Yet after such a long time of over fifty thousand years, he was nearing the limit of a Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivator's lifespan.

If he still failed to break through to the Mahayana Realm, Old Man Xuan would have very little lifespan left—only around three thousand years.

Therefore, even though Cen Zhe was Xuantian Sect's Sect Master, under normal circumstances, he did not wish to rebuke Old Man Xuan.

But who could blame him when Old Man Xuan's personality was simply too infuriating?

Ever since his cultivation had ceased making any progress, Old Man Xuan had done all sorts of shameless things in search of excitement.

They had made quite a few Xuantian Sect Elders grind their teeth in hatred at Old Man Xuan.