The old monk's face flickered between light and dark, black aura gradually spreading to cover his entire body.
"Th-this... is he suffering a qi deviation? Is a heart demon devouring him?"
Ye Lin's expression changed at the sight. He had not expected the old monk's mental fortitude to be so frail—just this single blow, and he could no longer bear it?
What he did not know was that these words had shattered the old monk's final hope, transforming the obsession in his heart into a heart demon.
This heart demon seemed intent on swallowing the old monk whole in one fell swoop.
Yet the old monk made no move at all, allowing the heart demon to consume him.
His final hope was gone. He could not become an immortal—what was the point of living?
What use was there in living?
He did not believe Ye Lin, but he had no choice but to believe his friend from the Central Continent.
His friend from the Central Continent could not possibly joke with him about something so earth-shattering.
No wonder, no wonder the Xuanhuang Great World had changed so drastically. No wonder the fluctuations in the laws of heaven and earth had become increasingly strange lately.
No wonder there had been no news whatsoever from the sect elders who had once entered the Ascension Gate.
He had been waiting for the sect elders who ascended to take him to the Immortal World. At this moment, he connected all the pieces.
Why was it that, since ancient times, there had never been any word from those who entered the gate of ascension?
It seemed they had not forgotten the juniors of this world. They had simply met with disaster long ago.
Even after ascending to the Immortal World, surely those skilled enough would