Inside an unnamed tower.
A strand of divine sense spread out from the bottom of the tower and settled upon its roof.
As Wang Tishen arrived clutching his last hope, only for it to be dashed in the end, plunging him into despair and madness, a pair of eyes watched him coldly from afar.
"Idiot."
A contemptuous voice sounded from the bottom of the tower.
An old man in hemp robes, his body bent and stooped, shakily raised a finger and formed hand seals to calculate. In the end, he let out a sigh.
This man was the true body of the Immortal whom Wang Tishen worshipped.
Yet unlike the True Immortal cultivation Wang Tishen had spoken of, this man was not a True Immortal. He was not even a False Core True Immortal, but merely a Foundation Establishment Earth Immortal.
Still, the old man's cultivation was not low. He had long since cultivated his Foundation Establishment realm to perfection, and only one final step remained before he could break through into the Golden Core realm.
Yet it was precisely this final step that had trapped him for no fewer than three sixty-year cycles!
At the thought, a trace of ferocity appeared on the old man's face. "Damn it! Why is it that only Dao vein Foundation Establishment cultivators can take that step into Golden Core? What exactly is our lineage of spiritual-vein immortals lacking!"
But no matter how he cursed, or begged like that useless Iron Clan son-in-law, over the past two hundred years he had tried every method imaginable, yet still could not form his Golden Core.
The baleful energy in his heart grew ever stronger.
The old man's expression changed. He hurriedly flipped his hand, producing silver needles one after another, and swiftly inserted them into his