MM!
A soft, almost imperceptible mumble escaped his lips as the pained expression on his face slowly faded.
His eyes, radiant and full of life, fluttered open like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness.
Within them, a hidden glitter sparkled—a glimmer of triumph and determination that spoke of his unyielding will.
"Just one more step," he murmured, his voice faint but laced with resolve. "I'll become a Dao Master very soon."
A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, betraying the relief that washed over him. Moments ago, he had been certain that death was imminent.
The immature Seven-Colored Dao Flower he had ingested weeks ago had nearly cost him his life.
The Bai Clan, secluded in its remote location, made it difficult to seek the aid of an alchemist to refine the flower into a pill. In his haste and desperation, he had chosen to consume it raw, knowing fully well the risks it entailed.
