Wang Dao only heard a clanging sound within his heart, as if something had shattered.
It was the sound of hope breaking.
No matter how strong martial arts experts are, they ultimately have a limit, and that limit is their lifespan.
During the Wei-Jin period, the Demon Emperor of the Demonic Sect fought all over the world, yet in the end he still died, and his descendants were completely eradicated.
It was precisely because Wang Dao saw this that he knew showing off one's might would not last, so he devoted himself to the Buddhist Sect, believing that only by the two sects helping each other could they last forever.
Now with an Immortal appearing, wouldn't that mean his philosophy was wrong?
Xu Xuan must have come personally to show off his power, he couldn't possibly deceive himself, a blind and disabled man.
"One hundred thirty-one years old... Are you really an Immortal?" Wang Dao asked with a bitter smile.
