Martial World's
Ch 1939 - Cultivation Spread
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After accompanying Zhu Yan to his destination, Lin Ming left.
Placed within the vast world, Zhu Yan was probably some ordinary and not very conspicuous human being. But due to some unknown and unpredictable karmic cycles, he had appeared twice in Lin Ming's life, and twice this was both when Lin Ming had reached his lowest point …
Lin Ming's heart had changed. This transformation was not solely due to Zhu Yan.
During these years, where he walked, what he had seen, what he had heard, what he felt, all these things marked themselves in Lin Ming's mind, Lin Ming said, changed his mood and his view on life.
He is not looking for a reversal of fate. Instead, he just wanted to live a life without regrets …
Lin Ming no longer wandered around He estimated that his life only lived 30-40 years.
He did not want to die peacefully.
In the last days of his life he will do one last fight!
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On this day, Lin Ming arrived at a barren hill far from civilization.
He used his fingers as spears and slashed.
With a loud explosion, a deep cave split into a hill.
Lin Ming decided that from now until the end, he would go into deep seclusion training.
There might be an opportunity. Even though this opportunity was close to zero, he would still try his best.
If in the end he was still dying, then in the last few years of his life he would leave this barren hill and go to one last place – Vermillion Bird Divine Kingdom.
He would go there and see his parents one last time. Then, he could die.
Lin Ming walked into the cave and then sealed the entrance.
After deciding to walk down this last path, his heart was filled with determination.
And this path was the only method Lin Ming could think of to cultivate.
Moreover, this cultivation price was extremely painful. This would cause Lin Ming's strength to fall into an unprecedented valley and it would also reduce the remaining small life span.
The lifespan of 30-40 years he left to live would be reduced to 10-20 years. And this could even be called the road of death!
However, Lin Ming had to desperately risk his life.
A faint trace of divine power fluctuated within Lin Ming's body. Due to the weak soul fire, Lin Ming could no longer manipulate the vast amount of energy stored within his inner world. Instead, this energy had become a burden to him.
But, if he were to slowly dissipate this energy, then it was something he could accomplish.
Each time, Lin Ming could move around a thousandth of the energy in his inner world. He drew this energy into his meridians and allowed it to spread out. In other words, this is ... spread his cultivation!
Due to his weak soul, Lin Ming could no longer bear his own cultivation potential. If so, then he would only force his cultivation to fall until it reached the level his soul force could endure!
It was a crazy decision! Spreading one's cultivation itself was extremely dangerous to one's body, and Lin Ming's life flames had already faded away like candles in the midst of a storm!
All of Lin Ming's pores were opened. As the source of energy came out from his body, his brows furrowed tightly. Pure suffering swelled up from within his body.
Even so, Lin Ming's face revealed a firmness and resolution that was more difficult than metal. His eyes seemed to contain a stubborn stubbornness, an unwillingness to give in to the destiny that the heavens had arranged for him!
As his source energy escaped, this affected Lin Ming's essence energy.
Even though Lin Ming's soul was weak and his life flame was almost extinguished, his mortal body was still extremely strong Once his essence and blood energy were affected, the pores throughout his body would begin to release a faint stream of blood.
This fresh blood was happening from Lin Ming's body, mixed with the power of divinity, condensing into layers of blood mist around him.
At the same time, Lin Ming's boundary began to constantly fall.
From the heavenly Deity to the heavenly Transformation, and then from the heavenly Transformation to the heavenly Sea …
If a martial artist were to disperse their cultivation like this, then it was no different from suicide!
Lin Ming's mortal body was too formidable When his blood flowed out, his body constantly produced more. The blood fog that came out from his pores scattered endlessly.
This blood fog dyed the ground, the red of the walls, and the red of the ceiling.
Immediately, Lin Ming's entire cave was in dipped deep red blood.
The more blood collected in layers. Lin Ming's face was deathly pale, but he gritted his teeth and continued.
He wanted to disperse everything in one breath, destroy himself and then stand back from the rubble!
At this moment, Lin Ming's cultivation had already fallen to the Revolving Core realm. His face distorted beyond recognition and his teeth shrieked as he bit him tightly.
Then, Lin Ming's inner world suddenly shook and began to open up …
A Revolving Core martial artist had no inner world. What they had was a dantian.
The inner world was something that began to open up when a martial artist reached the heavenly Sea, and when they became heavenly Gods, their inner world would turn into a microcosm. But as Lin Ming's cultivation dropped, his inner world would not turn into a Dantian. Instead, it began to collapse on its own.
This was an even greater attack on Lin Ming. He slumped forward and swung his hand to the ground, his knuckles embedded deeply into the rock.
He started vomiting, almost vomiting out his stomach. Almost all of his blood had been drained. This inhuman pain was something Lin Ming had to endure. He clenched his teeth and did not even mumble a sound.
In his heart, the unyielding spirit struggled to survive!
And at this moment, something to be grateful for suddenly happened.
That was, when his cultivation fell into the Revolving Core realm, the little soul force left in his spiritual sea began to fuse together with the energy in his inner world.
In other words, Lin Ming's cultivation had finally reached equality with his source soul power.
He could cultivate like a normal martial artist.
He could train his soul again, train his cultivation again, move forward step by step, continue climbing upwards …
But ... There's just a little something different.
He could train his soul again, train his cultivation again, move forward step by step, continue climbing upwards …
But ... There's just a little something different.
He's old.
The life flames and soul flames of a young Revolving Core martial artist might be small and weak, but they could grow. As for the life flames and soul flames of Ming Ming, the majority had been taken by others, making Lin Ming equivalent to someone in the twilight of their year.
He has less than 20 years left. This was the same as the old man at the end of their path.
Although Lin Ming's appearance was young, his eyes were muddy and gloomy, and this was all because his powerful mortal body continued to support him.
If he had not absorbed so much Beast God blood and Asura blood, then Lin Ming was afraid that he would truly become like an old man on the verge of death.
An old man with the rest of his life being 20 years old should increase his cultivation to at least the sacred realm. What are these possibilities?
Lin Ming did not know, but he would continue to push forward desperately
Whether he could increase his cultivation or not, he would still try his best to cultivate, not even wasting time.
More than once he confirmed to himself that he would be a moth flying towards the fire.
He had said to Lan Yunyue, told Sheng Mei, and even said to himself –
"Even if I am a small and weak moth, I will walk into the fire without hesitation. I will fight my destiny for the one in a million chance that I will experience my own samsara and be reborn as a flaming phoenix .. ”
But, that vow was never tested in such a tragic and brutal manner as today, where it was placed in a hopeless death trap!
Lin Ming knew how little hope was on this path, but if he cultivated, there was at least a glimmer of hope, a chance to reverse everything.
If he gave up, it would only wait for death.