Surrounded by a faint green light, Zhan Lexian looked terribly pale. His arms were no longer drooping, but his eyelids were. A persistent air of decadence hung over his entire being, plunging him into a deep crisis of existential doubt.
At his level of cultivation, cultivators long since stopped boasting about the brilliance of their youth. After all, anyone who could step into the Body Integration Stage was one in a million.
Yet right now, he felt the helpless despair of having lived out his old age in vain.
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