This was not to say that other Nascent Soul Cultivators were selfless and impartial, but that Wang Mingren's path had gone astray. In pursuit of immortality, other cultivators strove to cultivate, assessed the situation, and moved forward with caution. Wang Mingren, however, harmed others for his own benefit. For the sake of his own path, he did not hesitate to sacrifice the paths of others. He might not have thought of it that way, but that was indeed what he had done. His path had already gone crooked.
In the end, his Dao heart was not steadfast enough. The Dao he believed in was becoming one of the Five Heroes of Taiyi and receiving the sect's focused cultivation.
Looking back over Wang Mingren's life, it could be said that everything had gone smoothly for him. Whenever he encountered a hardship, he borrowed the strength of others to overcome it. Even if it affected the paths of his kin, he would not change his mind.
The black thunderclouds above the crimson high peak churned violently before abruptly dispersing. The five-colored motes of light in the sky vanished as well, as though they had never existed.
Xu Zihua's heart tightened. He immediately flew toward Wang Mingren's residence, with Ximen Feng close behind.
Before long, they saw Wang Mingren, his hair white as snow and his face lined with wrinkles. His aura was weak, and he seemed barely able to breathe.
Xu Zihua sighed softly and hurriedly took out a golden wooden box. Opening it, he revealed a pill that emitted a strange fragrance—it was the Three-Origin Heart-Protecting Pill.
"Your master begged Martial Uncle Li for this Three-Origin Heart-Protecting Pill. Take it quickly and nurse your wounds. You can still live for several years."
Wang Mingren waved his hand and repeatedly shook his