["A thousand years old..."]
[Your expression was calm. A few gray strands dotted your loose, long black hair.]
[This was an outward sign of approaching the end of your lifespan. As a fourth-tier middle stage Body Cultivator True Lord, your vital blood would not weaken simply because your lifespan was nearing its limit.]
[Your outward appearance, however, still had to follow the laws of nature.]
[Of course, as a late-stage Nascent Soul Grand Cultivator, you had many ways to restore the appearance of your youngest days.]
[But there was no need. Doing so would not extend your lifespan.]
[Besides, a few added strands of white hair had no effect on your strength.]
["These past two or three centuries..."]
[The changes of the past several hundred years flashed through your mind.]
[Whether in Central Province or the other four great regions, nearly all the late-stage Nascent Soul Grand Cultivators of the generation before yours had reached the end of their lives and passed away in meditation.]
[For instance, the Dragon-Binding Senior Cultivator of the Great Cosmos Immortal Dynasty had died of old age in meditation over two hundred years ago.]
[There had been no small amount of enmity between you and the Dragon-Binding Senior Cultivator. You had killed the child he valued most.]
[Yet from beginning to end, you and the Dragon-Binding Senior Cultivator had never met. It was truly strange.]
[The Heavenly Talisman Gate's Senior Cultivator Three-Talisman and Senior Cultivator Heart Talisman had passed away in meditation over a hundred and seventy years ago and over ninety years ago, respectively.]
[Fortunately, the Heavenly Talisman Gate's younger generation had matured, producing two more late-stage Nascent Soul Grand Cultivators in succession.]
[One was the Deputy Gate Master of the Heavenly Talisman Gate. After several failed attempts to reach the late Nascent Soul