Looking at the origin in his hand, the old man couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't expect that I, Old Baitou, could still find the origin before the deadline. It seems that our Mingyou Sect is bound to annex the other two sects, hahaha!"
When the white-haired old man was feeling proud, he didn't realize that the source in his hand was quietly deforming. A human form without any facial features gradually condensed out. When the old man discovered it, it was too late. The human form condensed from the source had already punched the old man's heart. The old man quickly formed a seal in his hand, and a powerful magic wall condensed out. The palm of the condensed source formed. In the old man's shocked eyes, it was inserted into the old man's chest without any hindrance. The blood drained rapidly along the origin's arm. The old man's vitality gradually dimmed. Despair, regret, and fear filled the old man's wrinkled face. The old man's facial features appeared on the condensed human form of the origin. The old man's appearance and temperament gradually appeared on the origin's body.
"Hahaha, you still want to refine me. It's a wishful thinking. This old man's body was pretty good when he was young, but unfortunately I'm still not satisfied!" Origin made a human male voice. If you look closely, it looks a bit like the old man before his death.
The source roared to the sky, venting the loneliness in his heart for thousands of years. In front of a time-controlled crack in the corridor, his fingers gently crossed the long river of time and space, flipping through the big and small worlds, and the things that had happened for hundreds of millions of years. Until his brain could no longer bear it, the source shook his head gently, "It seems that this body is still too weak. I have to find a way to replace it." The source gave out a weird smile.
Purpose: To write an essay about the world of cultivating immortality in my heart