Dao盟 headquarters.
The group of cultivators tensed up as they watched the emaciated old man devour the feast before him.
The resources from the alliance's treasure trove, regardless of quality, were being relentlessly stuffed into the old man's mouth. His mouth, his stomach seemed boundless as he ate and marveled:
"I never imagined I could survive until now."
"That place is truly mysterious."
"Haha, in this vast Immortal Realm, it's just me left now... wonderful, simply wonderful."
"Senior... Are you satisfied with these?" Dao盟 leader Hu Yousong watched the old man nervously.
Though he had reached Foundation Establishment, in the presence of this old man, he felt powerless, like a mere infant—such was the dimensional gulf between them. Even when facing his then junior brother and Lin Jing, he had never felt so insignificant.
If his judgment wasn't mistaken... this old man was definitely an "Immortal."
