On the outskirts of Dragon Mountain, an old man in blue robes with snow-white hair was making his way deeper inside.
Dragon Mountain was filled with illusion formations and confusion formations, with danger everywhere. Even its outskirts were perilous territory for those of the Jianghu.
Yet the old man seemed to be strolling through his own courtyard, utterly at ease.
With each casual step, his figure appeared dozens of yards away.
"The Longevity Death Formation has been broken!" The old man paused slightly. He felt a violent tremor coming from ahead and saw a faint red glow of fire on the distant horizon.
By now, he had already ventured quite deep into Dragon Mountain.
"Good. To think it really succeeded! The Longevity Pill Manual!" His previously calm gaze suddenly turned piercing. His eyes narrowed, and a close look seemed to reveal streaks of incomparably sharp sword glints filling their depths.
After that murmur, his figure flickered and vanished from the spot, racing toward the Longevity Death Formation.
"Hmm?" A little less than an hour later, just as he was approaching the Longevity Death Formation, his heart suddenly jolted. He gave a startled murmur and stopped in his tracks.
Looking up, he saw someone standing ahead of him. The man's hair was half white, and his back was turned as he blocked the way.
"What an unfamiliar aura. There aren't many Old Fools in this world whom this old man doesn't know. Still, this old man can faintly sense the aura of demonic art on you. Only the highest-ranking few in the Demon Hall's Elders' Council should possess an aura like that. Just who might you be?" the old man asked mildly.
Before the man ahead could answer, his voice suddenly turned chilly. "I never expected the Longevity Pill Manual to