He stared for a long time, his body frozen.
Suddenly, as if making a determined resolution, his dantian, which was like a huge dam, violently collapsed, and his True Origin poured out torrentially.
This middle-aged man's hair turned gray, and his face instantly aged, resembling a man in his fifties or sixties.
Decades of struggle were reduced to nothing in a single moment.
Thump! Thump!
The middle-aged man with white hair squinted his eyes, looked toward the door, and slowly said, "Come in!"
A young man in his twenties hurried in, and stopped in shock when he saw his father's appearance.
"Father… you…"
"Xuan'er, you're here."
The middle-aged man sat down weakly, his smile desolate.
"My cultivation is intimately connected with the Profound Darkness Sect. If I do not destroy it, there will be no way out for our family."
"Can the Demon Suppression Army of Morigin really let us go like this?" The young man worried.
