Transmission of Power and Exploration I

Lin Xin stood within the Dao Palace, quietly waiting for that aura to emerge.

Before long, red smoke tinged with bright yellow rapidly spread out from the depths of the silver palace.

The smoke swiftly condensed into a human form and descended before Lin Xin and the other two, revealing Nan Shunqing's incomparably aged face and body.

Nan Shunqing stared blankly at Lin Xin. His teacher's face from tens of thousands of years ago, when he had still been young, overlapped in an instant with the white-robed man before him.

His lips trembled. He wanted to say something, yet no words came out. The surging tide in his heart and all his emotions turned only into uncontrollable trembling throughout his body.

His eyes grew moist. He took two steps forward and stretched out a hand, intending to embrace Lin Xin, only to suddenly recall that he had just one hand left.

"Hm!?"

Lin Xin's gaze immediately darkened when he saw that Nan Shunqing's right arm was nothing but a bare stump.

"Qing Er, your hand!?"

"Master, it's nothing. It's good that you've returned... good that you've returned... Qing Er was afraid I would never see Master again..."

Nan Shunqing's aura remained robust and formidable. He had already reached the peak of Tier Five, the pinnacle of the Apex Realm.

One step further lay the Earth Immortal Realm. Unfortunately, the Netherworld lacked such conditions, nor did it possess the necessary insight for him to continue cultivating.

Beyond that, Lin Xin could also distinctly sense signs of depletion and decay within Nan Shunqing's cultivation of vitality and blood.

It was clearly the sign that his allotted lifespan had run out.

"Qing Er, your aura..." His brows furrowed.

Yet Nan Shunqing smiled openly.

"To see Master once more in my lifetime, I, Nan