Looking at the jade plate in front of him whose spirit tattoos were quickly spinning and releasing mysterious Qi waves, Jun Moran's face was filled with unwillingness, his heart gradually sank.

At this moment, his originally warm jade-like face was already covered with wrinkles. His lustrous skin had become flabby, and the hair tied up by the golden crown on his head had turned snow-white. Within the span of a dozen breaths, he seemed to have aged by a hundred or two years.

But even so, he did not give up, because this was the only method to investigate the culprit who killed his grandson. His sunken eyes were bloodshot, staring straight at the jade plate in front of him.

His loud roars and the movement of the mysterious jade plate had already attracted the attention of many experts in the Earth Evil Sect.

With a bang, the door to the secret room was broken open. Smoke and dust flew in all directions. A pair of withered hands were ripped apart by the layers of restrictions. Two old men appeared inside the secret room like ghosts.

"Master!"

"Silence!"

Seeing the old figure in the secret room, the two ancestors of the Earth Evil Sect were filled with disbelief. Looking at the jade plate that was rapidly spinning spirit patterns, how could they not know what was happening?

Jun Moran's face was filled with wrinkles, his skin was relaxed, there was no luster to be seen, his eyes were sunken in, and were bloodshot. However, he continued to stare at the jade plate, and upon hearing its voice, he slowly and resolutely shook his head, and started to pour spiritual energy into it.

Shua shua shua!

The sound of breaking air resounded, and several other figures appeared within this small secret room. When they saw Jun Moran, who had become old beyond belief, all of their expressions changed greatly as they tried to dissuade him.

This jade plate was special, once activated, it would link the spellcaster's life force with it. If an external force suddenly stabbed in to try to destroy it, the spellcaster's life force would be instantly sucked dry, and he would die.

If he wanted to stop, the caster would have to stop it.

It was precisely because of this that they could only speak up to stop him, and did not dare to do anything to stop him.

"Attack!" With a light snort, the first old man who came in first appeared behind Jun Moran. A strong aura surged out as he slapped Jun Moran's body, causing vast amounts of spirit energy to surge into Jun Moran's body.

"Uncle, no!" Jun Moran's expression changed slightly as he turned around to look at the elder behind him. He could not help but shake his head as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Cut the crap!" The old man shook his head, his expression was solemn as all the spirit blood Qi entered Jun Moran's body.

A huge amount of spirit energy and blood aura poured in, causing Jun Moran's situation to slow down a little, but the old man's white hair still continued to grow snow-white.

"Attack!" When the others saw this, they gritted their teeth and quickly attacked.

"I do not believe that after using all of my Earth Evil Sect's upper echelons, I am still unable to detect it." A young man snorted coldly, but from his aged voice and those deep and ancient eyes, it could be seen that he wasn't as young as he appeared on the surface.

In the end, after several breaths of time, when almost everyone had a few strands of white hair on their heads, the spiralling spirit pattern on their heads slowed down, and after a few more ripples in the air, a blurry image of a young man slowly appeared.

The boy's figure was indistinct, and on his forehead were eight mysterious lines. One of them was even dimmer than the other eight, as if it did not exist. It formed a mysterious picture.

The picture was incomplete, but it was extremely mysterious, as if it didn't belong in this world and shouldn't exist.