Chapter 460

Five kilometers from Mount Gentleman, in a wasteland.

Hector climbed out of the deep pit in a sorry state, stripped of his former dignity as an immortal.

As soon as he emerged, he looked toward Mount Gentleman.

He spat a mouthful of black blood before reaching out and catching the flying sword as it fell into his hands.

Winston was undoubtedly dead; he could no longer sense his great-grandson's aura.

That sent Hector into despair. He founded the Pernier Group to leave it to his great-grandson.

Even though he had reached the pinnacle of becoming an earthbound immortal, his time was running out, and his great-grandson had died.

"Do you want to live forever?"

Hector heard a voice behind him and turned around to see a ghost!

No, it was one of those things from above!

Those ghostly things were the primary cause of the Mystics' sudden decline 50 years ago.

"What price do I have to pay?"

"Simple. Collect the formation diagrams for the Path to the Zenith and rebuild it to guide the