The thick trunk of the Heaven-Covering Banyan opened and then slowly closed again.
Jiang Ding carefully observed, checking bit by bit, ensuring there were no issues; the last two relatives in the world were sleeping here, their life energy ebbing away at an extremely slow rate.
Cultivators below the Golden Pill are much weaker; in the Sleeping Hidden Realm, their life energy fades slower than that of Nascent Soul Monks.
"Mom, little sister, I hope to see you again in nine thousand years..."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
All of a sudden, an unprecedented sense of loneliness enveloped him.
From now on, there would be no family to talk to in this world, leaving him utterly alone.
Many high-level cultivators' perversions began just like this.
