Death was looming, life force dwindling, Xiao Chen was at his most dangerous moment. If he successfully entered the second heaven of the Nirvana Realm, it would be a full metamorphosis. However, if he failed to pass through the ordeal of death, he would be completely obliterated and turned into a pile of yellow earth.
That's the cruel reality. Cultivators can fly in the sky and tunnel into the earth, it seems magnificent, but all of that overwhelming power is built on numerous hardships.
Most people die along the way, hardly getting to appreciate the scenery atop the mountain of eternity.
Day by day passed, time was slow, Xiao Chen looked more like a dead man. His internal life vibrations grew fainter, and his vigorous life essence almost went silent.
It seemed as if he was consuming his energy from within. His robust body started to wither, his skin cracked, hair fell out, his skeleton-like body was frightening to look at.
