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The so-called immortality is merely an ancient conspiracy, and those who desperately pursue martial arts, hoping to one day reach the pinnacle as warriors, are nothing more than livestock raised by others, akin to pigs. Once they reach a certain level, they will come to harvest.
Heaven and earth serve as a prison, like a pigpen; immortality is a scheme, and they are the pigs kept within it.
This is a terrifying reality. Even with Fang Chen's mindset, he couldn't help but feel a chill run through him, his body and soul trembling violently.
Why has there never been a true Immortal in this world? Even the legends about Immortals are extremely obscure and vague, difficult to verify. Fang Chen couldn't help but suspect that these legends were entirely fabricated or concocted by someone.
In this world, no one can achieve immortality! Because from the Nirvana Realm onward, even when touching upon this realm, a group of powerful mysterious beings will come to "harvest herbs," and this so-called herb is the essence of life from these Peerless Strongmen of the Nirvana Realm! Human life as medicine!
Moreover, what’s even more important is that even if one manages to evade the repeated hunts during the Nirvana Realm period, as their cultivation increases, when they are about to take that final step into the Eternal Life Realm, an inexplicable and terrifying force will emerge. This power is almost apocalyptic and unmatched. Even someone as strong as Lu Haotian, who stands at the pinnacle of the Spirit Realm Continent and looks down upon all beings, can only bleed in despairing roars. One can imagine how terrifying that final mysterious force is.
Can human strength truly withstand this?
Fang Chen had enough confidence that given time, stepping into the Daoist Master Realm and even the Nirvana Realm would not be an issue for him. In fact, his true ambition was to achieve the eternal and indestructible Eternal Life Realm! However, now, this so-called Eternal Life Realm appears to be such a terrifying pit with almost no hope. It can be said that the closer he gets to the Eternal Life Realm, the closer he is to falling.
This realization struck him like a bucket of cold water poured over him from head to toe, leaving him feeling utterly chilled. His original ambitions and confidence were shattered in an instant. He even began to doubt his future path in martial arts...
Boom!
Deep within Fang Chen's heart, he could hear an unheard rumble. This roar was his martial heart collapsing.
To step into martial arts requires both talent and resources; neither can be lacking. If one possesses both, becoming an average expert is not a problem. Of course, that only makes one an average expert. However, if one wishes to reach the pinnacle of martial arts and become truly extraordinary or even a Peerless Strongman, one must have an unwavering martial heart.
The larger one's heart is, the larger their world becomes; thus their achievements will also be greater. If a person does not believe in themselves, how can they talk about reaching the pinnacle of martial arts?
At this moment, upon hearing this terrifying truth, Fang Chen's martial heart gradually began to collapse—a highly dangerous situation for him. After all, once his martial heart shatters completely, not only would he lose almost all hope of truly stepping into the pinnacle of martial arts in the future, but even his current cultivation would gradually decline until he became mediocre.
"Foolish child, wake up!"
At that moment, a clear voice resonated like a great bell.
Buzzing...
The entire cave's Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy began to tremble violently, as if it had been greatly affected.
Beside the Blood Throne, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's eyes widened in anger, his expression fierce. Waves of mysterious energy emanated from his gradually transparent body, swirling towards Fang Chen like a fragrant mist.
Clearly, this booming voice was extraordinary; even a fragment of the Divine Consciousness of a Half-Step Nirvana Realm Expert like him required considerable effort to produce.
However, the effect of this shout was also remarkably evident. Almost as soon as the clear voice echoed through the valley, Fang Chen, who had been muttering to himself with a dazed expression, as if something within him was continuously shattering or he was falling into an endless abyss, suddenly trembled. Then, a glimmer of clarity appeared in his previously vacant eyes.
After waking up, Fang Chen raised his head and gratefully glanced at the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man beside the Blood Throne. He understood well the peril he had just escaped from, but upon regaining consciousness, he did not say anything or show any sign of gratitude; instead, he directly sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes, seemingly entering a state of enlightenment.
"Hmm?" Seeing this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's eyes. However, he soon smiled, and his gaze towards Fang Chen held a touch of admiration.
"Truly a prodigy; after awakening on the brink of collapse in his martial heart, he can immediately enter a state of enlightenment. For him, the collapse of his martial heart has turned out to be a blessing rather than a curse."
As he spoke, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man seemed unaware that his body was gradually becoming transparent and showed no urgency as he quietly waited.
After about half a moment, Fang Chen finally opened his tightly shut eyes. A bright spark flickered and vanished the instant he opened them.
He stood up, clasped his hands in salute, and bowed respectfully towards the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man.
"Thank you," Fang Chen said solemnly.
The White-Clad Middle-Aged Man did not dodge or evade; he nodded in acknowledgment of Fang Chen's bow.
"Heaven and Earth are prisons; longevity is but a scheme. The end of cultivation surprisingly harbors destruction." The words flowed from the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's mouth. However, this time his tone was calm yet tinged with a sense of melancholy, unlike the previous madness.
As he spoke, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man glanced at Fang Chen and suddenly changed his tone: "But do you know why so many people still fearlessly climb towards the Nirvana Realm and even the Eternal Life Realm?"
"Because of martial arts." If he had hesitated before entering enlightenment, Fang Chen showed no hesitation now as he replied.
In the world, there are invisible hands at play. As soon as someone reaches the Nirvana Realm or even approaches it, they face life-and-death crises and are relentlessly hunted down. Is it possible that no one else knows about this terrifying truth apart from those being pursued?
Impossible!
Fang Chen believes that this horrifying reality is not a secret among the top martial artists in the Spirit Realm Continent. Yet, why do so many people continue to charge forward, undeterred by the dangers, even when the path ahead is fraught with peril and seemingly devoid of hope?
Why?
Because of unwillingness to accept their fate!
The world they inhabit has become nothing more than a field for harvesting medicinal materials, with those materials being the peak martial artists in their eyes. To put it bluntly, the entire Spirit Realm Continent is merely a pig farm for others!
Each of them is just a pig within it!
What a tremendous humiliation, what profound sorrow—how can they endure it!
Thus, even though the road ahead is uncertain and filled with immense danger, accompanied by an unstoppable tide of bloodshed and violence, and even if there seems to be no glimmer of hope, there are still those who lay down their blood and bones to gradually pave a path toward peak martial arts, moving forward in succession, waiting for future generations to one day reach the Eternal Life Realm.
As long as someone can reach the Eternal Life Realm, perhaps things will take a turn for the better.
Moreover, the land they grew up in has become someone else's pig farm, and they have become living medicinal materials in the eyes of others. What a cruel reality this is! The hatred runs deep; it is no longer just personal animosity but rather a hatred that encompasses the entire world.
This includes all those Fallen who have fallen into the hands of these mysterious forces—those who once reached Nirvana Realm or were close to it—as well as those who are still unaware of this brutal truth and are climbing the martial path step by step, yet may also encounter such circumstances in the future.
How immense is this hatred that spans across the world?
Every person who knows the truth either lives in constant anxiety, their martial hearts gradually collapsing under extreme fear, or if they do not collapse, they harbor deep-seated resentment.
For generations past and future descendants to become others' living medicinal materials, with their lives and deaths no longer in their own hands—how can they accept this? They must break through this world and uncover who is manipulating everything behind the scenes. If possible, what would it matter if they turned this world upside down!
With fists that shatter the heavens, they will annihilate all those who dare treat the Spirit Realm Continent as a pig farm and view them as mere living medicinal materials.
This is the ultimate goal of the peak warriors of the Spirit Realm Continent!
Now, having experienced a small-scale collapse of his martial heart and then being reshaped, Fang Chen has clearly understood this.
"Punching through the heavens, breaking all constraints, annihilating everything!" Fang Chen clenched his fists, a fleeting intense light flashing in his eyes as he spoke softly to himself.
"Good, a great punch that breaks the heavens and annihilates everything," praised the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man. "Only now do you qualify to truly inherit my Heritage."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force instantly enveloped Fang Chen, pulling him toward the Blood Throne.
"Hmm?" With a slight movement of his eyebrows, Fang Chen sensed the pulling force on him. He understood that the middle-aged man in white meant no harm, so he did not resist and floated toward the Blood Throne.
Bending his legs, Fang Chen finally sat on the Blood Throne. A chilling aura instantly spread out, and at the same time, his mind shook as scenes and images flowed through his mind like a slideshow.
"This is..." Fang Chen's heart stirred.
He suddenly realized that in each of these images and scenes, there was a figure he was extremely familiar with, and that figure was none other than the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man!
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