After sending Zhu Yan to his destination, Lin Ming left.—].
Zhu Yan, a mortal who might be inconspicuous in the world, appeared twice in Lin Ming's life due to unpredictable causes and effects, and these two times were the lowest point of Lin Ming's life...
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Lin Ming's heart has changed. He didn't just change because of Zhu Yan.
In the past few years, everything he had walked through, seen, heard, and felt had been imprinted on Lin Ming's mind, changing his state of mind and life.
Not seeking to reverse fate, just seeking to survive without regrets...
Lin Ming did not wander anymore. He estimated that his life span would only last thirty or forty years.
He didn't want to die silently like this.
He wants to fight hard in the last days of his life!
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On this day, Lin Ming came to a deserted mountain.
He pointed to the gun and pointed it out.
With a loud bang, a deep cave was dug out on the barren mountain.
Lin Ming decided to practice hard in seclusion from now on.
Maybe the possibility of him succeeding is so slim that it is almost zero, but he will try his best.
If he still wants to die in the end, then he will leave this barren mountain and go to the last place - Jiuding Divine Kingdom in the last years of his life.
There, he saw his parents for the last time and then fell asleep.
Lin Ming walked into the cave, sealed the entrance, and retreated in the heart of the mountain.
He decided to take this final path with determination.
And this path was the only possible way to practice that Lin Ming could think of.
However, the price of cultivation is extremely painful. It will bring Lin Ming's strength to an unprecedented low, and it will also greatly shorten Lin Ming's already short lifespan.
With a life span of thirty to forty years, there may only be ten or twenty years left, and this is almost a dead end!
But Lin Ming still wanted to fight to the death.
A trace of divine power rippled through Lin Ming's body. Because of the weak soul fire, Lin Ming could no longer use the huge energy stored in the world within his body. This energy remained in his body and became a burden.
However, if he dissipates all this energy bit by bit, he can do it.
Each time, Lin Ming could probably use one thousandth of the energy in the world within his body. Lin Ming pumped this energy into his meridians, and then caused it to spurt out. That is... spreading the energy!
Because his weak soul could not bear Lin Ming's current cultivation level, Lin Ming simply lowered his cultivation level until his soul power could bear it!
This was a crazy decision. San Gong itself would cause huge harm to the body, not to mention that Lin Ming's life fire was now like a candle in the wind!
Lin Ming dilated the pores all over his body. The dissipation of the original energy in his body made Lin Ming frown, and a strong sense of pain came in like a tide.
But Lin Ming's face showed determination as strong as iron, and his eyes contained an indescribable stubbornness and unyieldingness - not giving in to the arrangements of fate!
The dissipation of the original energy affected Lin Ming's essence.
Although Lin Ming's soul was weak and the fire of life was almost extinguished, his physical body was still strong. Once the essence and blood were affected, traces of blood began to escape from the pores on his body.
This blood was evaporated by the gushing divine power and condensed around Lin Ming's body, forming layers of blood mist.
At the same time, Lin Ming's state of mind continued to decline.
From the Divine Lord, to the Divine Transformation, and then to the Divine Sea...death...
The speed of falling from this level is shocking!
No warrior would lose his kung fu like this, it would be tantamount to committing suicide!
Lin Ming's physical body was too powerful. The flow of Qi and blood in his body caused Lin Ming's body to continuously produce blood, so that the blood mist escaping from his pores was endless.
This blood mist dyed the ground red, dyed the stone walls red, and dyed the ceiling of the cave red.
Soon, the cave where Lin Ming retreated turned red.
Blood was accumulating, layer after layer, and Lin Ming's face turned extremely pale, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
He wants to finish it off in one breath and let himself break and then stand up again!
Lin Ming's cultivation at this time had dropped to the level of Xuandan. His face was completely distorted and his teeth were almost broken.
At this moment, Lin Ming's inner world suddenly shook and began to crack...
Xuandan warriors do not have an inner world, what they have is Dantian.
The inner world was only opened up by the warriors of the Divine Sea. After reaching the Holy Lord, the inner world turned into a small universe. But now that Lin Ming's realm has fallen, the inner world will not turn into the Dantian again, it will only be completely shattered.
This intensified the blow to Lin Ming. He fell on the ground with his hands, his knuckles deeply embedded in the rock.
He began to retching, and his stomach was about to vomit. The blood in his body was almost drained. Lin Ming just gritted his teeth and endured this inhuman pain without even making a sound.
He held back an unyielding ferocity in his heart!
But at this time, something finally happened that made Lin Ming happy.
That is, when his cultivation level reached Xuan Dan, the few remaining soul powers in his soul sea finally began to merge with the energy of the world inside his body...
In other words, up to this point, Lin Ming's cultivation was completely consistent with his original soul power.
He can practice like a normal warrior.
He can practice his soul and cultivation again, improve step by step, climb step by step...
It's just... there's one difference, he's older.
Although the life fire and soul fire of the young Xuan Dan warrior are weak, they can grow. However, Lin Ming, whose soul fire and life fire were forcibly deprived of most of them, was equivalent to a twilight old man.
He has less than twenty years left in his life, which is no different from an old man in his twilight years.
Although Lin Ming's face is still young now, but his eyes have become cloudy, this is actually because of his strong physical body.
If he hadn't absorbed the blood of many divine beasts and the blood of Shura, Lin Ming would have completely turned into a dying old man.
How likely is it for an old man to improve his cultivation to at least the level of a Holy Lord in the remaining twenty years of his life?
Lin Ming didn't know, but he would fight.
Regardless of whether his cultivation level can be improved or not, he will do his best to cultivate without slacking off even for a moment.
He has determined many times to be a moth flying into the flames.
He told Lan Yunyue, told Sheng Mei, and told himself: "Even if he is just a weak moth, he will rush into this flame without hesitation and fight for the ten thousandth
A chance for hope to achieve nirvana."
However, his oath has never been so desperate, so tragic, and so desperate as today!
Lin Ming knew how bleak his path was, but with cultivation, there might at least be hope and a turnaround.
To give up is to wait for death.
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