Witnessing millennia of effort turning into no thing was not only a physical torment but also a violation of the body. This immortal became increasingly desperate, their shouts growing louder, until finally, they were pleading on their knees.
However, this did not change the fact that his golden elixir pill was broken and could never be restored. His appearance also began to change, aging rapidly. His hair turned completely white, and his face became gaunt.
In an instant, he transformed into an old man at the end of his life. He continued to scream, his voice extremely piercing, as if the entire Upper Realms could hear it.
Only then did the other immortals start to regain their composure.
"Huh? Uhm..."
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