The old cultivator's intuition leaped wildly.
Yet he could also sense that the Tribulation Qi raging outside this time was terrifyingly abundant.
So terrifying that it seemed wholly unmasked. That unsettling aura of passing years was clearly also part of the Dao Tribulation.
He understood the passage of time. This feeling was exactly the same as when an ordinary mortal was about to enter the twilight of old age.
The old cultivator had once played through life in the Mortal World as well.
To cultivate a certain secret art and Divine Ability, he had deliberately concealed his Energy Flow and Destiny, entering the mundane Mortal Realm to experience love and hatred, sorrow and joy, birth, aging, sickness, and death as an ordinary man.
Thus, he had experienced the feeling of dying from old age. Yet the sensation from that Mortal World trial had always differed from the feeling of his own lifespan nearing its end.
Because in a Mortal World trial, love and hatred could turn on a single thought. So long as he wished it, he could leave at any time, without having to bear any excessively dangerous consequences.
He had the confidence to do so only because he was a Cultivator.
But now, things were different.
This Dao Tribulation had descended into the Dao Hearts and Spirit Platforms of countless Cultivators.
No one could help them escape the tribulation.
It was not as though he had never seen other great cultivators soften toward their disciples and descendants.
Back when the Dao Tribulation had only just begun.
A descendant of some patriarch from the mountain gate had fallen into the tribulation.
That patriarch had also been a senior of profound cultivation.
At the very least, when the old cultivator had entered the Dao in his youth, he had already