In the past, when Shen Luo woke up from his dreams, it was mostly because he had completed some special tasks, such as killing ghosts in the mountain village, killing demons in the ancient temple, saving people in the Village of Longevity, etc. Although there was no standard, it was mostly after he had completed some tasks.
But this time, in the pagoda, he had not completed the task of defeating the thirty-six Celestial Soldiers mentioned by the golden-armored Celestial General. Instead, he suddenly lost consciousness and was sent back to reality.
It felt like he was in the middle of a dream, but it suddenly stopped and he woke up.
He lay on the bed and thought for a moment, but he could not figure it out.
"Forget it, let's get up first." Shen Luo could not figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it and planned to get up to cultivate.
However, just as he tried to lift his arm, he felt it was as heavy as lead. It was accompanied by intense soreness all over his body, as well as a strong sense of drowsiness.
Shen Luo was surprised. He ignored the discomfort all over his body and forced himself to sit up. His vision suddenly became blurry, the tables and chairs in the room began to distort, and the curtain in front of him swayed like a living thing. His surroundings were spinning, and he felt dizzy.
He did not have the slightest strength to resist, so he fell backward and the back of his head hit the jade pillow heavily.
His whole body trembled like a sieve, and his mind seemed to be stirred up with paste. He could not think at all, but a familiar feeling climbed up his heart. It was as if there was a bottomless hole in his body that was crazily devouring his vitality.
The incomparably intense pain tore at his consciousness bit by bit, causing his entire body to twist, but he couldn't make the slightest sound. It was clearly early in the morning, but the surrounding sky gradually darkened, like a piece of black curtain, gradually enveloping Shen Luo.
His vision fell into darkness again, and he fell asleep again.
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After an unknown period of time, Shen Luo's eyelashes trembled on the bed, and he finally woke up again.
"Father …"
He immediately saw the middle-aged man with white sideburns, who was sitting beside him with a concerned look.
"Luo 'er, what happened to you?" Shen Yuange frowned and asked worriedly.
Shen Luo opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Something went wrong while practicing the Cultivation Method. It's not a big deal."
"I didn't see you come out to eat in the morning. I thought you were busy cultivating, but you didn't show up until the afternoon. I was a little worried, so I pushed the door open and came in. In the end, I saw you lying on the bed with an ashen face. No matter how I called you, you wouldn't wake up. You looked just like the time when you were first invaded by the Yin energy. Alas … "Shen Yuange couldn't help but recall what happened back then and sighed.
"It's all caused by the backlash of the Cultivation Method. It's nothing. Let me meditate and recuperate for a while. I'll be fine." Shen Luo smiled and forced himself to sit up.
He spoke casually, but in his heart, he already knew what was going on.
The feeling of his vitality being devoured was not unfamiliar to him. When he returned from the dream for the second time, he had already experienced it once. The feeling now was exactly the same as that time, and the current situation was even worse.
"Father, help me prepare some herbs. I want to soak in a medicinal bath later." As Shen Luo spoke, he got down from the bed and walked slowly to the side of the table. He picked up the brush and ink and started to write on the rice paper.
The prescription for the medicinal bath was from the Bai Family. Although there were many precious herbs in it, there were no magic herbs. For the Shen Family, who had their own medicine shop, it was not difficult to gather all of them.
"Okay, wait here. I'll get it right away. Your Second Mother has already asked the kitchen to prepare the meal. It will be sent to you in a while. "Shen Yuange quickly took it and turned to leave.
Shen Luo didn't have much appetite. He originally wanted to refuse, but he still nodded.
After Shen Yuange left, Shen Luo glanced at the door and found that it was already dark outside. It was almost dusk.
He walked to the bedside and sat back down. Looking at the jade pillow on the bed, a complicated emotion welled up in his heart.
Many of his opportunities were obtained because of the jade pillow. However, it was also because of the jade pillow that he had exhausted his lifespan twice. He really didn't know whether to love it or hate it.
However, after recalling several dream transmigrations, Shen Luo gradually understood one thing. The exhaustion of his life force was not directly caused by the jade pillow, but seemed to be related to the experience of death in the dream.
When Shen Luo entered the mountain village for the first time in the dream, he had been resurrected. After returning, although there were no injuries on his body, he was extremely sore. In the second dream, when he fought with the demon wolf, he had also been resurrected. After returning, he had almost exhausted his lifespan.
This time, in the pagoda, he had died more than a hundred times. The exhaustion of his Qi and blood foundation was unimaginable. Therefore, it led to the exhaustion of his lifespan of more than two hundred years in the real world.
This time, the reason why he had hurriedly woken up from the dream was most likely because his lifespan was about to be exhausted. He could no longer support his dream transmigrations.
After thinking for a long time, Shen Luo clasped his hands together and began to close his eyes and look inside himself.
After looking for a moment, he slowly opened his eyes. There was nothing wrong with his dantian and meridians, but his Qi and blood had been greatly depleted. His life force was also severely depleted.
Referring to the previous situation, Shen Luo estimated that his lifespan was at most two or three years left.
This dream had brought him back to the situation a few years ago when he was about to die.
Originally, he had planned to use the experience in the dream to improve his cultivation as soon as possible so that he could go to Mount Putuo to find his fiancée. Now, it seemed that he would not be able to do it in a short time.
At night, Shen Luo soaked in the medicine barrel and silently operated the nameless cultivation method to speed up the absorption of the medicine.
He still remembered that last time, Luo Shi had said that if he wanted to live, besides increasing his cultivation and extending his lifespan, he had to find Spirit Herbs to extend his lifespan.
According to common sense, as long as a cultivator entered the fasting period, he would be able to increase his lifespan by about two hundred years. But if he wanted to increase his lifespan, he would have to advance to the Soul Condensing Stage.
Shen Luo was now in the early fasting period and was too far away from the next stage, the Soul Condensing Stage. According to his talent and current cultivation speed, not to mention two or three years, even if he was given another twenty or thirty years, he did not have the confidence to succeed.
In other words, the current situation was worse than before.
"Since I can't do it through normal methods, I can only think of a way to find a shortcut." Shen Luo let out a long breath of turbid air and his whole person had recovered some of his spirit.
At this time, he suddenly remembered that Luo Shi had once mentioned to him that besides increasing his cultivation as quickly as possible, if he wanted to extend his lifespan, he could only rely on Spirit Herbs.
Back then, Shen Luo had not seen any Spirit Herbs, he did not even know what Spirit Herbs were in the world.
But now, it was different. When he was on Mount Fangcun, he had read the book "Hundred Immortal Spirit Herbs". He already knew the details of Spirit Herbs like "plants", "insects", "ores", and other Spirit Herbs.
At the same time that he knew about these Spirit Herbs, Shen Luo also clearly understood their value. Any one of them was priceless and a treasure that could only be found by chance.
Even if he was lucky enough to come across them, he did not have enough Immortal Jade to buy them.
Thinking of this, Shen Luo could not help but feel a little sad. He wondered if he should return to Jianye and ask the Bai Family for help.
However, at this moment, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind as he recalled something.
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