He was hunched over, burdened by the weight of the Six Tombstones, staggering with each step.
Every step was exceedingly arduous.
His once salt-and-pepper hair had somehow turned as white as snow.
His eyes had lost their luster; he was blind!
The Divine Rings of the Heavenly Human Five Declines at the back of his head had all shattered, releasing a putrid smell.
Even his soul was fragmented, making it hard to control his body.
Jiang Fan's pupils constricted dramatically.
The last time he saw Forgetful Wild Elder, the man was still vigorous, but now he seemed on the verge of destruction.
Was it because of carrying the tombstones of the Six Great Sages, having been eroded by their laws?
In front of Forgetful Wild Elder was an eighteen-year-old beautiful girl walking along.
She twirled her eyes of nine colors, observing the battlefield ahead.
In her hand, she held a stick, with the other end tied to Forgetful Wild Elder.
