In the world of Cultivators, the Mystic Dharmic Lotus Sutra, the number one secret art of alchemy that could raise a storm of blood, was now in the hands of an unknown novice monk.
There was no fight or bloodshed.
In fact, the novice monk even chose to share it proactively.
It had to be said that this was truly ironic.
What was even more ironic was that by the time Su Zimo caught sight of the Mystic Dharmic Lotus Sutra, he had already lost the right to cultivate it.
Although the Mystic Dharmic Lotus Sutra was indeed a supreme secret manual of the Buddhist monasteries, it could not allow someone with a shattered dantian to cultivate anew.
Xuanyu Daoren was way too ruthless!
With every punch and kick, he severed all of Su Zimo's hopes!
Gripping his fists tightly, Su Zimo raised his head slightly with an unyielding gaze.
Nobody can stop me in my tracks!
Nobody can stop me!
Even in the face of such a blow, Su Zimo did not give up.
He would not choose to bow down to fate!
Someone had once spent all their effort to change his fate.
If he were to admit defeat now, it would be equivalent to letting that person down!
Su Zimo assumed a lotus position and began to sense the spirit qi of Heaven and Earth, gathering it towards his dantian bit by bit.
However, the spirit qi did not linger after entering his body and dantian and dissipated right away.
His dantian was like a bottomless black hole that devoured everything.
Su Zimo was not discouraged at all.
Just like that, he gathered and condensed qi continuously before watching it disappear.
The cycle repeated itself.
A month passed.
Two months passed.
In the blink of an eye, half a year passed …
Su Zimo's injuries had long healed. However, his body's condition did not improve at all.
This place was isolated from the world and did not have any flesh or universal treasures that contained lifeforce essence.
When they were hungry, the two humans and fox would pluck some vegetables and fruits from the garden.
After drinking, they would draw some cool well water from the depths of the ground.
For cultivators, that did not affect them much.
Cultivators absorbed the spirit qi of Heaven and Earth into their bodies to cultivate and raise their cultivation realms.
However, demonic cultivation required a large amount of lifeforce essence!
After half a year, Su Zimo's Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness had almost come to a standstill. His Inner Core was still filled with cracks without any signs of recovery.
In terms of cultivation, half a year of Qi-gathering had not aroused the slightest reaction from his dantian.
His Dantian was still empty and desolate.
Of course, Su Zimo hadn't come out empty-handed in the past six months.
In the Sutra Depository, there were many secret manuals of the Buddhist Sect.
To his surprise, he discovered that he could actually understand these originally obscure and boring scriptures!
It was as if he had suddenly been enlightened.
Time flew by. Unknowingly, another half a year had passed.
Su Zimo had stayed at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for almost a year now.
After a year, his inner core showed no signs of healing.
The Dantian in his lower abdomen was also like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples or signs of life.
Su Zimo's gaze was no longer as firm and unshakable as before.
Could it be that he was going to continue cultivating like a fool?
When would there be a turn for the better?
After standing in the courtyard and pondering for a moment, Su Zimo made a decision and opened his storage bag, retrieving the 10,000 Year Vermilion Fruit within.
The Vermilion Fruit was bright red and crystalline, emitting a scorching energy.
The 10,000 Year Vermilion Fruit was stained with the blood of too many people!
It wasn't just the younger generation of the North Region – even Genying Zhenjun had lost hundreds of people!
Taking a deep breath of air, Su Zimo swallowed the Vermilion Fruit and assumed a lotus position to sense the changes in his body.
The Vermilion Fruit contained a massive amount of lifeforce essence.
The lifeforce essence formed a violent storm that engulfed his entire body, flowing through his flesh, blood, bones and organs!
Su Zimo composed himself and controlled the storm to surge towards his dantian.
Under normal circumstances, the energy of a single Vermilion Fruit was enough to help Perfected Jin Dan advance by a minor cultivation realm!
In other words, if he was at late-stage Jin Dan realm, he would be able to advance to perfected Jin Dan realm right after consuming the Vermilion Fruit and would only be half a step away from Nascent Soul realm!
Su Zimo did not have extravagant hopes of recovering his cultivation.
He merely hoped that he could store a trace of spirit qi in his dantian, even if he had to return to Level 1 Qi Condensation.
Unfortunately, the energy storm did not cause much of a stir after entering his dantian – it was devoured cleanly by his dantian that resembled a black hole without leaving a single trace behind!
Su Zimo opened his eyes with a lost and lonely expression.
Over the past year, he had experienced countless failures, but he had never once felt discouraged.
But now, Su Zimo was depressed and his beliefs were wavering.
Sensing the disappointment in Su Zimo's heart, the little fox had a worried expression and rubbed her cheek against Su Zimo's arm gently, consoling him.
"Little thing, I'm sorry to have implicated you,"
Su Zimo stroked the little fox's back gently and laughed mockingly. "Initially, I wanted to bring you out of that dark cave. To think that I would fall into another cave instead."
"Heeyahhh!"
Although the little fox could not speak in human language, she waved her tiny paws and took a deep breath before gesturing above her head.
Su Zimo could understand what she was saying.
The little fox was saying that this place was great. There was a vast sky and fresh air here.
Thereafter, the little fox pointed to herself and Su Zimo. She blinked her large, watery eyes and blushed in an extremely alluring manner.
Su Zimo lowered his head and did not see it, merely smiling in disappointment.
He suddenly realized that there was a high chance that he would be trapped at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for the rest of his life, waiting for his lifespan to run out and he would age slowly.
There was no need to talk about revenge either.
There was no need to talk about pursuing Die Yue either.
Suddenly, Sanskrit sounded from within the old temple.
"All Dharmas are like dreams, illusions, bubbles and shadows. They are like dew and lightning. They should be viewed as such."
The Sanskrit was like the sounds of nature that reached one's heart. Compared to the little monk's Sanskrit, it was even more shocking and contained a Dharmic power that could calm one's heart!
Instantly, the frustration in Su Zimo's heart lessened significantly.
Su Zimo turned towards the source of the voice.
Within the old temple, the wooden doors of the grand hall creaked open slowly.
The interior was dim and the figure of a monk could be vaguely seen. His hair and beard were white and he was emaciated as he sat on the ground.
The little monk's master had finally come out of seclusion!
Su Zimo took a deep breath of air and bowed deeply, saying in a deep voice, "Greetings, Master."
"Patron, are you troubled?" The old monk's voice was gentle and benevolent.
Su Zimo pursed his lips and asked, "Master, may I ask if there's any hope of recovery for my shattered dantian and destroyed Jin Dan?"
"I don't know,"
There was a long silence.
That was the only word that came from the grand hall.
The old monk's voice continued, "Throughout history, there has never been anyone who has been able to continue cultivating after their dantian was shattered."
When he heard that, Su Zimo smiled bitterly.
At the end of the day … was he still unable to win against fate?
Suddenly, the old monk changed the topic. "However, nothing is absolute. Patron, you might be able to break through this calamity."
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo's expression changed – he could tell that the old monk seemed to be implying something.
The old monk said, "Patron, you might be able to obtain some answers if you move to the grand hall."
Su Zimo frowned slightly, feeling a little puzzled. However, he still stepped into the hall as instructed.
One after another, candlelight lit up on both sides of the grand hall.
Su Zimo's gaze passed by the old monk and naturally landed on the wall of the grand hall opposite him.
Su Zimo shuddered and his eyes lit up gradually, emitting a glow that was even brighter than the stars!
There were two sentences written on the wall.
If you wish to be a dragon or elephant, you must first be a horse or ox for all living beings!
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