After the pocket swallowed the longevity turtle, Old Ghost quickly bound it up and tucked it into his sleeve.
This was a Qiankun bag, filled with unfathomable mystery.
Old Ghost had originally been burning the blood essence within his body, but now he forcefully suppressed all of its turmoil.
In an instant, he seemed to have aged several years.
Though his hair had been white before, streaks of black had still been mixed within it. Now, every strand had turned white.
He seemed utterly decrepit, as though the sun of his life was already sinking beneath the horizon.
"Are you all right?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Don't worry. I won't die anytime soon," Old Ghost replied, shaking his head.
He turned and gave Xu Zimo a deep bow.
With a smile, he said, "Great kindness needs no words of thanks. I hope this Time Shuttle can be of use to you, fellow Daoist."
Old Ghost had long since prepared the Time Shuttle.
In truth, whether this attempt succeeded or not, he had intended to give the Time Shuttle to Xu Zimo.
After all, if he died, what use would he have for any number of treasures?
Xu Zimo's willingness to help him was already more than enough to earn his gratitude.
The Time Shuttle was a divine object that could grow large or small.
In its shrunken form, it was only the size of a palm, hovering above Xu Zimo's hand.
This Time Shuttle was quite strange.
It seemed impossible to get a firm grasp on it.
That was right. The Time Shuttle was not a physical object. Though it floated in his palm, if he tried to seize it with his hand—
His hand would likely pass straight through it and grasp nothing.
Because the Time Shuttle did not exist