The fall of the emperor, the end of the Dharma era.

Shi Hao was aging day by day, and the last of his black hair had turned white. His skin, which was once as clear as jade, gradually began to show many tiny wrinkles.

Later, his blood finally began to dry up, and by this time, he had entered the twilight years of his life. At this time, he was twenty-seven thousand years old.

In this life, the powerful beings he had seen as enlightened beings had all been dead for who knows how many years.

He was a lonely ascetic monk who didn't belong here in the first place. Now that he saw the strong men he had encountered all return to dust, Shi Hao became even more silent.

Because, many years ago, there were no monks of his era anymore, all that was seen were dead bones, and all the creatures that existed more than 20,000 years ago had long since died.

In this vast world, there is not a single old acquaintance.

Even those strong men who came later had already passed away before him.

The world has changed, and countless generations have changed!

His vitality was withered, and he was entering his old age. Shi Hao was as old as the setting sun on the horizon, but even so, he still managed to reach the 30,000-year mark.

He has lived for thirty thousand years, which is not the longevity that the Supreme Being can have in the Age of Ending Dharma.

Over the past 30,000 years, he has perfected his Taoism, and his Taoism has been continuously tempered. His whole body is flawless, his body is unsullied, and his strength has become more and more terrifying.

It's a pity that if destiny is not there, life will eventually come to an end.

Shi Hao lived to be more than 30,000 years old, but his life was short and his hair turned gray and he grew old.

At this moment, he felt regretful that he had inexplicably left the world he once had and came to this era that did not belong to him. Many people would never see it again.

We can't see each other again until we die!

How can you be willing to do so?

Some familiar figures appeared in his mind. He was obsessed with it and did not want to "disperse" between heaven and earth!

"Become an immortal!"

Shi Hao looked up at the sky.

At this stage, although his blood and energy have dried up, his Taoism has become more and more unfathomable. He has practiced Taoism for more than 30,000 years, and his sensitivity to the heavens is extremely sensitive.

He saw that in the sky, there was a very thick curtain of light that no one else could catch. Only he, who had participated in creation and had a pair of heavenly eyes, could see it clearly.

"That is the law of the Great Dao. It is left behind by the fallen immortals. There is also the imprint of the supreme power, which blocks the way forward. If you cannot overcome it, you will not be able to become an immortal."

Only by breaking through can one escape from the prison!
Chapter completed!