The Truth (II)

With his Divine Sense, Wang Wei could see how terrible of a shape he was in right now. For one, his Ancient Desolate God Transformation was long canceled, as he was unable to sustain it after dying a few dozen times.

  His luscious gray hair that was once full of life was now gray-white as if it had witnessed many things.

His handsome and youthful face was long gone, replaced by that of an old man full of wrinkles and a few age spots. The aura surrounding him had a slight hint of decay, showing that his call to the next life was rapidly approaching.

The only thing that showed that this was a young man was his eyes that still shone brightly with life and vigor; there was no turbidness of an experienced old man. His eyes contained wisdom but not one born out of the vicissitude of life, but through knowledge.