Just as Solitary Cold True Lord silently reviewed his past memories...
Elsewhere!
After making his final decision, a vicious glint flashed through the long-bearded Old Daoist's eyes!
Without hesitation, he poured his Nascent Soul origin into the [Lesser Realm-Breaking Talisman] in his palm.
In an instant, the ancient talisman blossomed with radiant brilliance, and a vast ripple spread out from the [Lesser Realm-Breaking Talisman].
At the same time!
The long-bearded Old Daoist's once-black hair and beard began to change bit by bit, turning from black to gray...
Then from gray to white.
In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the formerly vigorous Old Daoist underwent a tremendous transformation.
He now looked like an aged cultivator shrouded in the dusk of life, with death hanging over him, as though he might pass away on the spot the very next moment.
Yet...
The white-haired Old Daoist wore an utterly crazed expression on his wrinkled face. Without blinking, he stared fixedly at the talisman in his palm, which was suffused with light.
Unfortunately, although the fluctuations released by the talisman grew ever stronger, it still refused to activate completely.
At the same time, an incomparably hollow feeling surged into the Old Daoist's heart.
At that moment...
He knew he had little time left. If he could not activate this talisman within ten breaths...
Then even if he opened the damaged formation before him, even if there were treasures inside that could allow him to break through on the spot, they would no longer have anything to do with him.
At this thought...
The Old Daoist, madness filling his eyes, no longer held anything back. His dwindling Nascent Soul origin poured into the [Lesser Realm-Breaking Talisman] at an even faster rate.
At the same time...
His powerful Treasure