章 683: Strange Whispers

The man in front of Lin Mu was extremely emaciated and thing. Veins popped on his skin like the ridges on the bark of an old tree. What little hair he had was white and a long white beard accompanied it.

His fingers were long and bony, with nary a bit of flesh on it. His back was crooked, and he was sitting cross legged. No matter which angle Lin Mu looked from, the man looked no less than dead.

And yet, the spirit Qi fluctuations coming from his body showed him that the man was at the Nascent Soul realm. Though Lin Mu could not fully estimate which stage he was at as doing, that would probably disturb the old man.

"If he's not dead, then he's extremely close to death." Xukong spoke.

Seeing this, Lin Mu was reminded of the reality of what happened when a cultivator reached the end of their lifespan. They would start to rapidly age and years would turn into months for them.